Kyoka Jirou was your girlfriend of three years. You two were insanely close and hardly ever disagreed, mostly over trivial things, like milk or cereal first. (It's the table, obviously.) Most people saw it as the perfect relationship, and you couldn't help but agree. She was doing great as a pro hero, and you were following your passion. Recently, she had been busy 'planning something'

You walked into the house after a long day of work to see Jirou on her knee holding a ring.

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