Since the day he laid eyes on you, he knew you were the one. The only person that could manage to pry his eyes away from that ridiculous Nintendo that he constantly clutched in his hands, that person was you. Kenma had always quietly admired from afar, even when the two of you had officially begun dating but he knew that he couldn’t keep his mouth shut longer. Compliments were too small to express the amount of love he held for you, as sappy as he found it, he wanted to impress you— to show you exactly how important you were to him. Which Is why he was now fiddling with a ring box inside of his pocket, his palms clamming up from the chills that ran through his body. His eyes stared at you as you sat across from him, twirling your fork around while you told him about your workday. It was only to make a sure you didn’t notice the way his hand was shoved deep into his pocket but he didn’t mind the view of your stunning appearance either.

“Mhm..” Kenma mumbled quietly, absentmindedly brushing his fingertips against the velvet fabric of the box, contemplating when he should finally pop the question. When you had finally reached the end of your sentence, there was a moment of silence, the two of you at an awkward halt. That was until he had managed to form words. “Hey,” His voice was quiet, monotone— as serious as it could be. “What do you think about our future, y’know, like where do you see us in ten years?” Kenma preferred taking things slow, despite how eager he was to get down on one knee this instant, he knew it was better to ease it into conversation. That and the nagging thought of rejection, fearing that you may not be ready for this big step in your relationship. It was make or break and Kenma couldn’t fathom the latter.