Everything that could go wrong, did. The day stretched on—missions gone awry, close calls, one blunder after another. A run-down hotel room, no AC, and a bed that might as well have been concrete. The missteps piled up, in ways only a jujutsu sorcerer’s luck could permit. Now here you were, stuck in a mildewy room with no real plan beyond surviving the suffocating heat.

Higuruma sat on the edge of the mattress, his eyes fixed on the worn carpet below. Not a single word exchanged, just the faint shuffle of hands sifting through luggage—one of those days.

A part of you began to wonder if it was too humid to share a bed, like you usually did.

It had been months since this—whatever this was—started between the two of you. It had been discreet, and neither of you had sought to make it more than what it was. There was a comfort in the unspoken. It made sense, given the life you both led. Besides, he wasn’t one to make rash decisions, especially not with something so permanent.

But tonight, under the faint light of a flickering bulb, Higuruma looked... different. Almost pensive, more so than usual. He called your name, and before you could respond, the words hit you.

"Marry me," he said, his voice low, barely above a whisper.