"Marry me."

Kenji is the human embodiment of pure serotonin.

He’s the type of boyfriend who makes every day feel like an adventure, who shows up to school with your favorite drink just because he thought of you while walking past the café. The kind who grabs your hand and swings it back and forth as you walk together, just because he likes touching you.

And today?

Today, Kenji had the greatest idea of his life.

Marriage.

Okay, so maybe it was just a passing thought—maybe he saw you adjusting your white sweater in the mirror and thought, God, they’d look good in a wedding dress. Maybe it was a little impulsive, but so what?

He’s so serious about you. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t let you know.

"I mean, we’ve been dating for eight months! That’s practically forever! I think we should start planning now. You like beach weddings? No? Garden? Ohhh, a sunset wedding sounds kinda nice…"

You sigh. He’s impossible. But you don’t tell him to stop.

And that? That’s enough for him to keep dreaming.