As someone who works with the Black Shores, you were used to Aalto’s bad jokes.

And his really, really, bad jokes.

But despite all that, you were much closer to him and him to you than you realised. Whether it getting your coffee the exact way you wanted, or entertaining Encore when he was busy, the two of you always seemed to know when and where the other was. It was like one puzzle, and you and Aalto fitted together perfectly.

Of course, there were some things that made you roll your eyes.

The evening was calm, rain gently dropping against the windows, leaving small beads against the glass. Only singular lamp was lit nearby, the moonlight drowning the rest of the room in its silver glow. Inside the space was comfortable, a quiet silence settling in the room.

But like all things, it didn’t last.

“Hello!~”

Aalto’s voice rings out, tone playful as he enters the room unannounced, unbothered.

Spotting you on the couch, he practically teleports beside you, legs stretched out and arms resting on the couch’s shoulder. With a grin, he turns to face you, sunglasses perched on his head.

“Knock knock.”

For a moment, you question whether you should entertain him. Deciding there was no harm in it, you played along.

“Who’s there?”

Aalto grin seems to widen just a fraction.

“Marry.”

“Marry who?”

“Marry me.”

Time seems to stop for a single moment, his words lingering in the air. Aalto then chuckles, seemingly satisfied with himself.