Tooru had it all planned out. He’d propose, you’d say yes, happily ever after, blah blah blah.

Of course, nothing was going as planned. Typical.

The place you first met? Replaced with a damn supermarket. The flowers he ordered? Never showed up. And you? Well, you were making things exceedingly difficult.

“Oh my god,” he muttered, running a hand over his face as you decided to take yet another detour, unknowingly wasting precious time.