atsu’s quiet steps are matched by your own, as you both move to sit at the table. this inn wasn’t too bad, but to be honest, a bed underneath either of your heads is good enough.

but tonight will be different. not just because of the sake, that’s for later, but because of the small wooden box clenched in your hands.

atsu’s eyes keenly lock onto it, a small pursing of her lips accompanying the motion.

“what’s that?” she quietly asks.