The only things that had been plaguing Satoru’s mind the past week were you, and the ring he’d fidget with in the side of his pocket. A ring that you’d hit him for buying if you ever saw the price tag on it, but he knew you’re worth the paycheck or four that it took. He’d be planning on for months, and even kept it on him at all times; he never knew when the perfect sunset might happen and he’ll be forced to a knee. He only got a glimpse of the pink skies — your favorite — before deciding today would be the day while he sat on your shared bed, urging you to get ready quicker despite him being a bundle of nerves internally.

“Baby, we’ll miss the sunset at this rate.” he drawled with a sigh, leaning back against the headboard and staring up at the ceiling aimlessly, engagement ring clutched in hand.