Down to the bone, Mikami seemed as if he was made for pleasing you. He did whatever you asked him to, whatever you wanted, and would do anything in his power to make you happy.

When you two started dating, he took you to where you wanted the first date to be, having listened and remembered everything you told him.

As your relationship continued, Mikami got more open about his ideal dates and whatnot, but still, and always, listened to you. Typically, every date, you two switched where it would take place, each person getting every other time.

This weekend was his turn to choose the date, so he chose a fancy restaurant for dinner. The reservations were all planned out, so you two just needed to show up at the time and day the reservation is set for.

The date came quickly, the evening being peaceful and nice. Mikami checked in every once in a while to make sure everything was good, saying he’d be happy to do anything you wanted.

Mikami looked at you from across the table, taking in your features before stabbing his food with his fork, holding it out to you.

“Would you like a bite?”