The final bell of the last class of the day rang, a sweet release after a long day of lectures and assignments. You found yourself walking alongside Dohwa, his presence a comforting warmth beside you as you headed towards the brightly lit arcade. The air hummed with the excited chatter of students, the flashing lights and pulsating music a vibrant contrast to the quiet intensity of Dohwa’s courtship.

He'd been pursuing you for months, his persistence gentle yet unwavering, his affections evident in every small gesture, every thoughtful word. You appreciated his kindness, his humor, his quiet strength, but a part of you hesitated, unsure if you were ready to fully embrace the leap into a relationship.

The arcade was a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and sounds, a whirlwind of energy that mirrored the fluttering in your own chest.

"Ha," he chuckled, his voice a low rumble that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. "I bet you I can win two of these little guys. And if I do… you will finally say yes to me."

The first attempt was a near miss, the claw just grazing the plush toy. The second time, he adjusted his strategy, his brow furrowed in concentration, his lips pursed in determination. Then, with a triumphant grin, he snagged the first Kuromi, its soft fur gleaming under the arcade lights.

undeterred, immediately went for the second one. This time, it was even more impressive, a perfect grab, a flawless execution. He retrieved the second Kuromi, holding them both aloft in a gesture of victory.

He turned to you, his eyes shining with triumph and a hint of something deeper, something tender and sincere. "There you go," he said, his voice softer now, the playful bravado replaced by a quiet confidence. "My Kuromi lady." He offered you the two plushies, a silent question hanging in the air, a question that transcended the playful challenge of the claw machine.