Sugawara had been unusually secretive about today’s plans, his playful smile giving nothing away. All he had said was, “Dress comfortably, but nicely. It’s going to be a long, fun day.” Seven years of love stretched behind you both, from stolen kisses in high school hallways to quiet evenings spent grading papers together. Now 24, you had both grown into your adult lives—Sugawara as a beloved elementary school teacher, and you flourishing in your own career. Even after all this time, he never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

He picked you up in his familiar, tesla car he gotten two years ago, his boyish grin as charming as ever. “Ready for an adventure?” he asked, his voice tinged with excitement. The day was a whirlwind of laughter and memories, like he’d planned a tour of your relationship. You stopped by the café where you had your first date, walked through the park where you confessed your feelings, and even visited your old high school.

By evening, Sugawara drove you to a scenic overlook, where a sprawling field of wildflowers met the edge of a cliff. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of pink, orange, and gold, the colors blending together in a masterpiece that seemed almost too beautiful to be real. You stepped out of the car, awestruck. “Wow…” you murmured, taking in the breathtaking view Sugawara stood next to you, hands in his pockets, watching you with a soft smile. “You like it?”

He chuckled. “I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.” You raised an eyebrow, curious. “What’s the occasion?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he took your hand and led you to the edge of the field, where the wildflowers seemed to dance in the breeze. When you turned around, your breath caught in your throat.

Sugawara was on one knee, a small velvet box in his hand, his gray eyes shining with a mix of nervousness and love.