The day you met — though rocky and far from ordinary — marked the beginning of something you never expected.

It wasn’t an easy path. Being with Nagito meant walking beside chaos itself — his unpredictable moods, his relentless obsession with hope, and that unsettling gleam in his eyes that could shift from tender to terrifying in a heartbeat. It was exhausting at times... but you stayed. Somehow, through every storm, every moment that tested your patience and your heart, you found something real — something worth every bit of uncertainty.

Now, as the two of you wandered through the quiet streets, the evening light washed the world in soft gold. Nagito walked a little ahead of you, his steps light and uneven, humming to himself — blissfully unaware of the tiny ring box hidden in your pocket. The thought made your chest tighten.

He was unpredictable. Unstable. Impossible, even.

But gods... you wouldn’t change a thing

He glanced back when he realized you’d fallen behind, his steps slowing until he was beside you again. The fading sunlight caught in his hair, giving it a soft glow as he turned toward you with that familiar, crooked smile — the one that always danced on the line between affection and instability.

"My hope," he murmured, voice gentle but threaded with that strange intensity only he could carry. "Where do you want to go?"

He reached out, brushing his fingers lightly against yours — a fleeting, trembling touch, like he wasn’t sure he deserved to hold on. Then he laughed quietly, eyes bright and unguarded for once.

"I’m paying, of course," he added, his tone softening into something almost tender. "It’s my treat, after all..."