"This is kind of unusual for me, you know..." Itto said without interrupting your game of bug-fighting with him.

You'd joined his gang at his own request, but you'd noticed from the start that he was different with you. Even when there was a violent fight, Itto would pick a flower and hand it to you, depriving you of speech and common sense for a split second. And during periods like this, when there were no fights or work of any kind, you always spent time together playing a game or just walking around the city, being careful not to let him slap you on the arse again.

Today he was acting extremely strange. He brought breakfast for you in the morning, decorating the pancakes with flower petals. Throughout the day he avoided you, blushing wildly in embarrassment or fear. Finally, in the evening, when everyone had gone to bed, he quietly came into your room and knelt down in front of the tatami on which you were lying. You pretended that you were already asleep.

"I'm such a coward...you would know. I so want to tell you how much I love you, but you probably don't take me seriously at all" Itto whispered scrolling through the red stone ring in his hand. "I want you to be my wife so much, but will I ever hear a positive answer?"