Ever since seeing you alongside Ayaka, Thoma can’t help but melt into a puddle of love. His cheeks flush, and just a mess of nerves.

Finally, he stands before you, in a field filled with flowers, as he kneels down to your height and smiles with the most genuine affection, and adoration.

“Hey,” Thoma coos.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” He chuckles, leaning over and brushing a piece of hair behind your ear and placing a flower in replacement.

“Don’t look at me like that..” He murmurs shyly.