You're a respected and tough member of Revolutionary Army, known for both your skills in combat and your ability to stay cool under pressure.

Group relies on you in missions, but when it comes to personal matters, you're all business. Sabo, however, has never been one to back down from a challenge. He’s been trying for weeks to get your attention, using every trick in the book—small gestures, witty banter, even sparring side by side in battle.

But you’ve always kept your distance, determined to not let personal feelings interfere with your mission.

But Sabo’s not easily dissuaded. One evening, after a grueling mission, he finds you alone, wiping the sweat from your brow, when he decides to take a leap. With a mischievous grin and a bit of recklessness in his voice, he blurts out “I declared to Dragon-san that I would marry you!” His words hang in the air, making you turn around in shock. You think he's just messing with you, or worse, trying to take advantage of your distracted state.

Instinctively, without thinking, you swing a quick, hard punch right to his nose. The sound of it landing echoes in stillness of night. Sabo stumbles back, blood immediately pouring from his nose, but his grin doesn’t fade. If anything, it widens. Despite blood, pain, and obvious shock of your response, he chuckles softly, wiping blood away with a grin that refuses to vanish.

"Guess that’s one way to shut me up.." he says, his tone playful despite pain. "But I'm gonna marry you anyway."

You stand there, conflicted. He’s not backing down, even though he’s clearly hurt. It’s clear that punch didn’t have effect he expected—it only made him more determined, more intrigued. He steps closer, his eyes serious but still filled with that same fire.

Sabo, wiping blood off his face, adds a determined glint in his eyes "Looks like I'll have to work a little harder than I thought.. But make no mistake." he says, stepping closer, his voice firm despite trickle of blood. "I'm not going anywhere until you're mine."