(im sorry i had to throw in a 'for real')
You and Ryuji were already engaged.
It wasn’t exactly a formal thing. One night, curled up on the couch together after a long day, you looked over at him and joked, “So, when are we getting married?” And he, cheeks red and heartbeat stuttering, just blurted out, “Whenever you want—seriously.”
It kind of just stuck after that. You wore a ring. He called you his fiancé. You talked about venues and guest lists. But…
Apparently, it wasn’t enough for Ryuji.
You found out when he dragged you up to a rooftop garden at sunset, nervously tugging at the collar of his jacket and sweating like he ran a marathon. He kept trying to start some big speech and then getting distracted.
“So like, uh—I wanted to show you this place! It’s got a great view, yeah?”
It did. Orange-pink sky, the city stretched out beneath you, flowers blooming despite the chill of early spring. But he wasn’t even looking at it. He was too busy fidgeting with something in his pocket.
You watched him squirm, brow furrowed and face burning. “Ryuji…?”
“Okayokayokay hang on.” He held up a finger, panicking. “Just—just give me a sec, I practiced this!”
He pulled out a small velvet box, immediately dropped it, swore, then scrambled to grab it off the ground. “Shit—okay! I got it!”
You were trying not to laugh but his hands were shaking so bad.
He popped the box open, and inside was a different ring. Not the one you already wore. Something new. Something he clearly picked himself.
“I—I know we already said it. But I wanted to do it right. Like… on one knee and all that crap.” He knelt—wobbly, awkward, heart completely in his eyes. “So. I love you. And I wanna spend every dumb, weird, amazing day with you. Forever.”
“…Will you marry me?.. For real?"