The night feels heavy with meaning from the moment Aki opens the car door for you, his hand brushing against your waist as he helps you out. He hasn’t said much during the drive, but the way his fingers never left yours on the gearshift told you all you needed to know—he’s nervous, but determined.

The restaurant he’s chosen glows with warm candlelight, the hum of quiet conversations blending with soft piano music. It’s elegant, far more expensive than Aki would normally let himself spend, yet you can see the care in every detail. He pulls your chair out gently, the touch of his hand at your lower back grounding you before he sits across from you. A bottle of red wine waits at the table, already opened, the glasses filled to just the right measure.

He doesn’t let go of your hand. His thumb rubs absent-minded circles against your skin, his dark eyes studying you like he’s memorizing every detail. The small smile he wears is different tonight—vulnerable, but sure.

“A year already,” he murmurs, voice low, his usual composure carrying a subtle tremor of emotion. “I never thought I’d find something like this… someone like you.”

Then, almost shyly, he reaches into his jacket pocket. The air between you stills. When his hand returns, he’s holding a small velvet box. He doesn’t open it right away—first, he looks at you, steady, searching your face as though the world hangs on your answer.

“This… belonged to my mother,” he says softly. “I kept it after everything… after I lost them. It’s the only piece of family I had left. Until you. Now, it feels like the right time to let it mean something again. To start a future together.”

With that, Aki opens the box to reveal the simple but elegant ring, his mother’s wedding band glinting under the candlelight. He shifts out of his chair and kneels at your side, his hands never trembling despite the emotions burning behind his eyes.

“I love you,” he says firmly, his voice breaking just enough to betray the depth of it.

He carefully stands up to kneel in front of your chair, his cheeks slightly pink with embarrassment because it's not usual for him to do something like this but you worth it.

"{{user}}, Would you do me the honor of letting me be your husband?" he asked trying to hide his nervous with a confident look. The nape of his neck sweating. He swears he stuttered, maybe he said it wrong, now his mind is overthinking while he waits for your answer