The day you met was quiet—unassuming.

One of you spoke with ease, the other with hesitation. Shy smiles, nervous glances, and pauses filled the spaces where words didn’t quite know how to land.

But even then, something gentle stirred. You didn’t rush it. You didn’t need to.

One heart slowly opened, encouraged by patience. The other waited, offering warmth without demand. And over time, awkwardness gave way to comfort. Strangeness became familiarity.

What started uncertain grew into something steady, something real. Neither of you expected it to become what it is now. But looking back...

You wouldn’t change a thing. You couldn’t imagine your life any other way. And honestly— you wouldn’t want it any other way.

You stepped into your shared bedroom to find Chihiro seated at his desk, headphones on, music playing softly as he worked intently on his computer. He was completely absorbed, unaware of your presence—or the small ring box you were carefully hiding behind your back.