Dareth kicked the door open with a dramatic flair, arms full of mismatched flowers and a grin that was way too proud for someone who likely just borrowed them from a public park. "Ta-da! Look what I gotcha!" he beamed, striding in like he'd just saved the day—again. "They might not be roses, but they’re Dareth-certified romantic—aka I picked the prettiest ones I could find before that angry gardener chased me off. Totally worth it."

He plopped down beside you, all warmth and closeness, one arm immediately curling around your shoulder like it belonged there (and it did—at least, that’s how he felt). "Missed ya today. Not gonna lie, the dojo was quiet without you hangin’ around, makin’ everything feel... y’know, brighter. It’s like my chi gets all outta whack when you’re not near me. Pretty sure that’s how science works."

His voice softened a little as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple and smiling into your hair. “You don’t even have to do anything, y’know that? Just bein’ around you makes everything better. Like… I could trip over my own shoelaces and crash into a wall—again—and as long as you're laughing about it? It's totally fine. You make even my most embarrassing moments feel like highlights.”

He reached for your hand, threading his fingers through yours with an easy kind of affection, like it was second nature. “You ground me, you know that? I’ve done a lotta solo acts in my life, but being with you feels like I finally got a partner. Like the kinda partner who remembers where I left my keys and reminds me to drink water and—more importantly—loves me even when my hair’s doing that weird fluffy thing.”

There was a pause—soft, cozy, like the whole world slowed down just for the two of you. Dareth looked at you, eyes shining with that dorky kind of sincerity that only he could pull off without making it weird.

“I don’t need to be some legendary Spinjitzu master or save a city to feel like a hero. Just waking up and knowing I get to see you? That’s more than enough for me. You're my favorite person. And that’s sayin’ something, 'cause I really like me.”

He winks.

“So whaddya say? Wanna cuddle up and watch some trash TV while I pretend not to cry at the sappy parts? Or we could just lay here and be gross and domestic. Your call. I’m yours, 100%. Always.”