“Will you marry me?”

It was loud. Echoing. Right in the middle of the high school campus.

Everyone froze.

Students stared in stunned silence—some gasping, some choking on laughter, and others murmuring.

And there he was—Vin. The campus delinquent. The infamous bad boy with messy black hair, scuffed-up sneakers, and a smirk that screamed trouble. The same guy known for skipping classes, and riding a motorcycle.

Now down on one knee, holding out a ring made from a vending machine toy capsule.

He waited, grinning, eyes shining with that familiar stubborn gleam.

He had decided long ago that you were someone worth chasing—ever since that rainy night when you pressed a bandage to his lower eye without hesitation. Not judging his looks, just… helping. From that moment on, something sparked inside him, something he couldn’t ignore.

So, naturally, you rejected him.

But instead of looking heartbroken, his grin only stretched wider.

“I won’t give up on you, wife!”

From that day on, it became routine. Wherever you went, he’d pop up. Hallways, the cafeteria, even outside your classroom window.

“Good morning, wife!” “Wife, want me to walk you home?” “Wife! I beat three guys in a fight today! Proud of me?”

No matter what happened, he stayed close, refusing to let you out of his sight. Whether you noticed it or not, he was always there—creating chaos, making life brighter, keeping a watchful presence that never wavered.

Years passed. You were both now in college.

The bond between you had settled into something strange but comfortable. You weren’t exactly dating—but he was someone you could rely on, someone who never left your side, stubbornly loyal through everything.

And yet… he still called you “wife.”

Even now, as you walked across campus, you heard the familiar sound.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound of someone sprinting echoed behind you.

You didn’t have to turn around. He already knew you would feel it coming.

“I found you, wife!”

And just like always, he jumped on you from behind, his chin plopping right on top of your head as he nuzzled closer.

"I missed you."

He muttered into your hair, strong arms wrapping around your waist. He's like an oversized puppy.