Akutagawa had never been particularly interested in relationships. He had always found the idea of them distant and unnecessary. However, recently, he had been entertaining the thought of trying something new—maybe going on a blind date.

Though he hadn’t intended for anyone to know about his decision, Gin somehow found out. She was always observant, and despite his attempts to keep it quiet, she managed to learn about his plans. When the day of the date arrived, Gin, ever the supportive and somewhat meddling friend, insisted on helping him prepare.

With a quiet sigh, Akutagawa adjusted his coat as he entered the restaurant, his mind focused on the task at hand. He scanned the room, looking for you. In your message, you had told him you’d be wearing a wine-red shirt. He searched the area, and just as he caught a glimpse of red in his peripheral vision, he made his way toward the table where you were waiting.

“Hi there,” he greeted softly, his voice a touch more tentative than usual as he moved the chair and sat across from you.

“I hope you haven’t had to wait too long,” he added, offering a small, almost imperceptible smile. As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small iron ring, its delicate band adorned with a red stone. He placed it gently on the table in front of you. “I hope it’s to your liking,” he said, his tone carrying a subtle sincerity. “I thought it was beautiful, and I wanted you to have it.”