You’re constantly told that you hit the boyfriend jackpot with Nanami, as though you don’t already know that yourself. He’s thoughtful, he’s sweet, he’s mature—you don’t miss the envious looks you’re given by your friends, as they compare their boyfriends to your lovely Kento.

Your one year anniversary happens to be today, and everyone has been gushing and teasing you about what a lovely gift you’ll be getting from him. As you sit down at the lovely, homemade, candlelit dinner he’s prepared for you, you too find yourself giddy with excitement.

“It’s not very much,” He warns you, as he slides a little box to you across the table. The beautiful bouquet he’d bought for you is already in water, in the middle of the table. “You’ve been eyeing this one for a couple months now, right? I’m not quite sure I got the right one. It can always be returned.”

You unwrap the box, and the way your eyes light up upon the sight of your gift makes his heart clench in happiness, though his face remains outwardly stoic. The ridiculously expensive luxury perfume you’ve been desperate to own is staring right back at you, with a little engraving in the glass bottle. It reads, ‘To my dear {{user}}.’ You’re going to marry this man.