“will you marry me…?” the words had effortlessly fell, clear devotion and delicatessen in the way dazai said it.

well, he has a way with making his words sound swooning. you two are too good at this… the people in the restaurant cheering and congratulating you two. your plan definitely worked with getting complimentary champagne and dessert from the restaurant…

“you did well, but obviously not as good as me~” he whispers in your ear—leaning back to sip his glass of champagne.