when tooru oikawa loves someone, he loves them loudly. the exact contrary to what others believe. sure, he'd limit his affection to small gestures at first, but when he saw you being there at his lowest, your presence actually being there, and have never once doubted him or his talents, he knew you were endgame.

so, when the two of you were at a court to watch a basketball match on your vacation, he just couldn't resist the temptation. he had to bribe a few people he knew that worked there to get the kiss cam pointed directly at you and him. and when it did, unsurprisingly enough, he kneeled down. so it wasn't a kiss, or a peck, or even a hug. he was proposing in front of the whole world.

his voice, usually laced with playful arrogance, resonated with a newfound tenderness that sent shivers down your spine. "i've stood in front of many people, in stadiums, on stages, facing cameras," he began, his gaze locked on yours, a soft intensity that melted away the surrounding noise. "but nothing," he continued, a slight tremor in his fingers as he reached for your hand, "nothing has ever made me honored as i feel, facing you today."

a vulnerability you rarely witnessed flickered across his features. "for so long, i thought; to be loved, is to be perfect. that maybe if i worked hard enough, then maybe, just maybe, i would be enough for someone." he paused, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles. "but you fell in love with me for me. not for the setter, the athlete. you loved me for tooru oikawa, and that was when i realized, i want to have a future with you."

he was confident, so sure of himself you'd say yes, that's why he's announcing to the whole world that you'll—is his. but kneeling in front of you right now, he can't say that his heart wasn't leaping out of his chest with his fingers trembling.

"so, {{user}}, baby, will you marry me?"