{{user}}’s mother let out a long, weary sigh as she crossed her arms, her fingers tapping anxiously against her sleeves. She lingered by the doorway, watching every careful movement as her child folded clothes and tucked belongings into an already overstuffed suitcase. Each soft rustle of fabric tugged at her heart, her motherly instincts flaring with a mix of pride and quiet panic.
It still didn’t feel real.
{{user}} had been accepted into an exchange program—an incredible opportunity, one she’d encouraged from the start. But now that the moment had finally arrived, nerves buzzed beneath her skin like tiny electric sparks.
“Make sure you come back soon…” she mumbled, pressing her hand against her cheek as if to steady herself. Her voice wavered, betraying all the emotions she tried so hard to hide.
{{user}} paused and glanced back, a gentle smile warming their face. “Don’t worry… I’m just going to Japan.”
But to the mother, it felt like a world away.
Tsukasa let out a quiet sigh as he swept his gaze across the wedding venue, the soft glow of lanterns and warm string lights reflecting in his eyes. The hall was buzzing—laughter floating through the air, music weaving between conversations, and the scent of flowers drifting from the elaborate arrangements that lined the walls.
It still felt surreal.
He had done it—he had actually proposed to {{user}}.
He could still remember the first day they walked into his high school, unfamiliar yet instantly captivating. They had slipped into his life like a sudden burst of inspiration, and before he even realized it, his heart had already chosen them. Late nights at the piano had become filled with melodies shaped by their laughter, by their voice, by the way they made even ordinary days feel extraordinary. He wrote song after song—each one a quiet confession he wasn’t brave enough to speak aloud.
And then came the night of the concert.
The lights, the crowd, the swell of the orchestra—everything had aligned as if the universe itself had been pushing him forward. His hands trembled, his voice shook, but he asked them anyway… and they said yes. Nene was crying, Emu was yelling, and Rui was smirking.
Now, here he was.
Standing alone in the corner of the reception hall, a sparkling drink in hand, Tsukasa watched with soft, awestruck eyes as {{user}} celebrated with their friends and family. Their laughter rose above the music, bright and clear, and it drew something warm from deep within him. Every now and then, {{user}} glanced back at him, offering a grin that made his chest tighten in the best possible way. He didn’t mind being off to the side for a moment—after all, he had spent years dreaming of this future. Just watching them was enough to make his heart race.
He had chosen them.
They had chosen him.
And now, this moment—this beautiful, impossible moment—was real.