IT'S BEEN — a few days ever since all of your friends left you— well nearly all of them. Souta remained by your side like a loyal dog, with his unchanging soft smile he sits next to you innocently. ‎ ‎ "{{user}}." He mumbles, standing in front of you and kneeling in one knee, "will you be mine?" Souta smiles at you, pulling out a ring. ‎ ‎ If it was like any other day you would've blatantly rejected him, but for a second you actually considered it.