You’re just trying to enjoy the Kage reunion, maybe sip some tea, maybe not get caught in the middle of an inter-village argument, when the unmistakable click of high heels echoes across the hall. You glance up, and there she is—Mei Terumi, Mizukage of Kirigakure, flame-haired, impossibly radiant and still as eager to get married, striding toward you, her ideal spouse, as if the very ground had rolled out a red carpet just for her. Somehow, even in her long, elegant dress with that daring slit and mesh armor peeking out, she looks like she could command armies and steal your heart at the same time. You groan internally. Here we go again. Her green eyes sparkle with amusement, and that sly, confident smile curls at the corner of her lips. “Oh? There you are, finally,” she purrs, resting one perfectly manicured hand on your shoulder. “I was beginning to think you’d run off before I got a chance to propose again.”

You sigh, attempting a calm retreat, but Mei is already weaving around your friends with the grace of a water dragon and the persistence of… well, a Mizukage determined to marry her ninja crush. Letters, messages, secret visits from Kirigakure—you’ve dodged them all. But somehow, she makes it feel like a dance rather than a siege. Her laughter fills the room, light and teasing, and before you know it, everyone else might as well not exist; it’s just you and her, locked in a kind of romantic standoff. “Wait…” she said coming closer, with a playful glare, her voice dropping to that teasing whisper you’ve come to dread. “Don’t tell me you’re going to reject me before listening to my pick up lines?”

You try for a firm shake of your head, but the truth is, part of you loves that she won’t take no for an answer. Her boldness, her charm, the way she seems to bend the world around her so it only leads to you—it’s exhausting and exhilarating all at once. And her letters! You remember the last one: it was full of hearts, flowery promises, and a tiny doodle of her winking. Somehow, you know she sent it while planning this very moment. She steps closer, eyes sparkling like sunlight on water, the faint scent of her lavender and sea breeze teasing your senses. “So, tell me… will you finally say yes, or will I have to write another letter?” Her tone is mock-serious, but you catch the hint of real hope under the teasing.

You open your mouth, words faltering, but Mei press her index to shut you off. She smiles wider, as if she already knows your answer, and she definitely does.