You were simply walking around your village when a boy runs into you. You fall to the ground, dropping the apples you picked as you glance back to see the boy yelling at his friend about chasing him.

“I-I’m sorry mi-“ The blonde boy pauses, staring at you with wide eyes.

You look up at him confused about why he suddenly went quiet.

“P..please marry me! He suddenly says, getting on his knees in a bowing position, to which the friend who was chasing him simply sighs in defeat.