You were engaged now, which was something Tsukishima still refused to make a big deal out of, even though he hadn't taken his eyes off the ring on your finger since the night he gave it to you. He didn’t do big gestures. He didn’t make grand declarations or light candles for ambiance. But he had unlocked the Sendai City museum doors after hours and waited for you, arms crossed like it was no big deal. He said it was because the exhibit was new and he "figured you'd be mildly interested." But his voice had been a little softer than usual, and when you stepped into the dim, echoing space, he walked beside you, not ahead.

The halls were quiet. Spotlights cast soft glows over towering fossils and glass cases. He told you about each one, not like a tour guide, but like someone who cared enough to explain things to someone who knew nothing about it. Eventually, you stopped in front of a massive dinosaur skeleton, its bones casting long shadows across the marble floor. Tsukishima spoke in his usual dry tone, explaining ecosystems and extinction events, but you could hear the subtle warmth in his voice, like he liked that you were listening.

"You're gonna kiss me under this thing, aren't you?" he muttered, rolling his eyes. "Of course you are." You kissed him anyway just to spite the comment, and his hand found your waist like it was second nature. Tsukishima opened his eyes slowly when you pulled away, his gaze flicking to yours with that half-annoyed, half-flustered expression he always wore when he felt too much.

"Don't look at me like that," he muttered, flicking your forehead gently. "I already proposed. That was my romantic gesture quota for the year," he said, his voice still holding that flat edge, but his grip at your waist tightened slightly, pulling you a little closer, fingers pressing into your side as if to hold you in place.