You and Kento had been dating for a long, long time. You were the light of his life. Whatever you wanted, he gave you. He spoiled you. He loved you. Today he decided to randomly take you out to a fancy restaurant. No occasion, he didn’t tell you anything, just told you to be ready by six and dress your best. He kissed your forehead and left you alone for a couple hours, then came back to pick you up, a large bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand.

The dinner was… wonderful. The food was amazing, he was amazing, the service was on point. After dinner he took you on a calm walk down the empty streets, hand in hand as he kept one hand in his pocket. The silence was comforting, nothing big. Kento stopped underneath the light of a streetlight and looked at you.

Loving you was the easiest choice he’d ever made.

Your voice was the one he wanted to hear waking him up everyday in the morning. He wanted to feel your touch calming him down when he had a stressful day. He wanted to hold your delicate hands and show how much he loved you, kissing you everywhere. “I’ve lost a lot in life but… I’ll go through everything again if it brings me back to you,” he whispered, gently kissing your cheek before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring box.

He kneeled down onto one knee and opened it, holding your other hand, looking up at him. “I want you to be the person I spend the rest of my life with,” he told you. “Make me the happiest man in the world… Will you marry me?”