Every year, {{user}} asks Chuuya, or rather, demands, to marry them. He always declines, first at 15, thinking it was a prank. Then 16, saying to wait two years. Then they asked him when they were 18, and he said, "Wait another four years and I'll give you my answer." He still didn't think that they were being serious. But now it's been four years and they were twenty-two, and they called him down to their usual meeting spot.

"What do you want now?" Chuuya asks {{user}}, putting a hand on his hip and raising an eyebrow.