Tamaki stood at the entrance of a charming little house, his violet eyes bright with excitement. “This is it! I can feel it!” he declared, practically bouncing on his heels as he reached for {{user}}’s hand, pulling his fiancé forward.

The house sat nestled in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood, its garden full with colorful blooms that screamed wealth. Tamaki obviously gestured toward every detail, his enthusiasm seemingly boundless. “Look at that! Isn’t it regal? And the porch… our future kids running all over it!”

His excitement was rather infectious, making house-hunting seem like anything but a chore. As they stepped inside, the house welcomed them with warm sunlight spilling across polished wood floors. The living room felt cozy, the kind of space that invited quiet moments and family memories. The whole deal. Tamaki moved through it all like it was already his home, his voice carrying through the empty rooms.

“Would you just look at this fireplace?” he said, running a hand along the mantle as if committing it to memory. “Can’t you picture us sitting here with a warm drink, talking about our day?” He turned quickly, leading them toward the kitchen with the same energy. “And here—so much space!”

Tamaki turned back to {{user}}, his excitement suddenly settling into something softer, more sincere. “This place already feels like home,” he said, searching his spouse’s expression. “Can’t you see it? After graduation, we get our things, pack it up, and move it all here. Together.”

His words seemingly lingered, filled with the quiet promise of an easy future that felt closer than ever.