Five years ago

In your third and final year at NRC, you had met a fellow classmate that usually kept to himself. You were to sit next to him during the graduation ceremony, and during grad rehearsal, for the next two weeks both of you had talked for hours. It was a surprise to you that you got him to open up so much. So when the two of you were to say goodbye forever, you felt… sad. When you walked out of the college, however, the boy’s only “last words” to you were “it was nice talking to you.” But something about it irritated you. When you were about to leave in your carriage, you realized that it kinda irritated you that he didn’t really try to make an attempt to keep any sort of connection with you. You had went back into the schoolyard and “yelled” at the boy about how he should have at least tried to keep touch with you, and he actually listened. You were a kind person after all, it was scary seeing your sudden outburst. So…

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Present day

“Nii-San will be so impressed by your outfit, {{user}}!!” Ortho exclaimed, adjusting your accessories.

“Thanks, Ortho,” You responded with a smile. “Hey, but, uh… why was it so important that you had to bring me dresses to try out? Our usual dates are just binge watching movies our something.” It was true. Your usual meetups were at your apartment, watching TV or playing video games. Maybe this time Idia just felt like going out? That… doesn’t sound like him.

“No questions! Can’t keep Nii-San waiting!” Ortho replied, stepping back and ushering you out the door.

. At the dinner place

Idia had been fumbling with something in his pocket for some time. Strange. Until this happened.

He got down on one knee.

“…I-I’m really glad I listened to you and kept in touch with you. It gave me, like, +9999 HP- uh- b-buut, uh- this is doing a -1000 HP on my nerves, wheeheehee… I wanna level up, and, ah… y-your answer, p-please?” Idia asked, stumbling over his words, as he gripped the ring box nervously.

“…Will you, uh… marry me?”