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Gojo
He rents out your favorite place for a night–either a museum, a movie theater, an aquarium, any place you desire. Today he is a little too quiet and he stands (or sits) too far back from you. Every time you look back at him, he immediately smiles, and every time you look back at whatever you’re looking at, his face goes back to being neutral. There is no touching, no hand holding, no wrapping his arms around you, no invasion of your personal space. It’s unnerving.
After a while, when he feels the time is right. When, the initial excitement of having your favorite place all to yourself has died down. When he feels you are ready and able to comprehend (also he did not want to bother you as you enjoyed the sights), he finally grabs your hand.
The sudden touch startles you, he then starts to rub your arm, “hey it’s alright”. You swear he was over there a second ago. But none the less, he continues, “so, I was thinking, what does the most strongest, richest,–handsomest (you scowl as he bats his eyes from the top of his sunglasses)–sorcerer in the world does not have?” This makes you ponder. So much so in fact, that you even cross an arm and start tapping on your chin. What does he not have?
All it takes is two long digits to wrap around your left wrist. His hand slides down to grab all of your fingers. Your heart skips a beat as he lowers his tall frame onto one knee, “why, a strong, beautiful wifey right?” He lifts a ring from his pocket.
His smile is wide and broad. But it’s a fraudulent smile. There is a bit of a nervousness behind it. He knows any other girl will say yes to him in an instant. But not you. You will say no or reject him in any other matter. That is why he is so crazy over you. You are strong, not only in power, but in heart and mind as well. You don’t baby him–you humor him–but you don’t use him either. He is not a tool for you, nor a monster. He is just Gojo. All of these things is what made his heart open up for you.
Every millisecond that goes by that you don’t say yes … or no … is heart wrenching for him. It’s almost hard to breath and his mind is going light years a second. A single bead of sweat drips from his snowy colored hair. But when he sees you smile, he can finally breath. “Yes!” your voice cracks.
That fraudulent smile finally turns true as he slides the ring on your finger. He looks up from his sunglasses to kiss the ring, “I promise to protect you always.”
“Same,” you nod your head. His face torts. Then you realize when he is taken back a little, he doesn’t need to be protecting. He is the one who protects.
“Well I don’t think I, the strongest most handsomest sorcerer alive needs someone to protect me, but …” he stands and finally wraps his arms around you. “It’ll be nice to have someone watch my back … far, far away from any battlefield.” His mind goes off into other places. Remembering of a golden time with people who are no longer here … Now new times are starting. A new brighter era. A silence occurs as the two of your savor each other.
“Well it’s a nice back to look at … even if it’s some ways away.”
He laughs, pulling away to see your big eyes staring up at him. He kisses you, cupping your pretty little face before strutting off smiling back at you, showing off his “nice” backside.
But you knew what–and who he was thinking about. That is why you broke up the silence. And so does Gojo. He also knew why you made that joke. He’s glad you did. You have and will always pull him from his despair. Yet another reason why he loves you. This is his happiness now, his future. Because of YOU. He is no longer alone. And as stubborn as you are, he knows he’ll never know solitude again.
He looks back one last time and extends his hand, clenching and unclenching his fingers like an excitable child, you hurry to him and together you interlock fingers before moving forward—together.
Choso
Choso has been quiet a lot lately. He was always a bit quiet but lately, it has been a little unnerving. His little habit of just staring off into the distance whilst thinking has been more so. You try to talk to him but he—nervously–brushes you off.
Even when Yuji comes over, the two whispers to each other like little school girls. You only heard Yuji ask: “did you do it yet?” And Choso shakes his head but when your eyes meet, he quickly goes into the other room. Your eyes narrow. So, Yuji knows what is going on.
Soon, Eso takes both you and Yuji shopping to pick up the latter’s (and yours) favorite blind boxes. He does his best leading you two throughout the mall, but stops at the jewelry stall to look at the watches. But you soon find yourself looking at the rings. Yet unannounced to you, Eso is watching you like a hawk.
Like glue, Yuji won’t leave your side. His face smooched against the glass, he points to a particular ring: “How about that one—” Eso places a hand over the squirming Yuji’s mouth.
“Never mind my younger brother,” he smiles noticing that you keep looking at a certain ring.
A week later: ~
You sit on the couch watching your favorite show—or at least you try to. But your boyfriend, Choso, who sits on the far right side, is restless. And you can feel the tremors from where you sit.
“That’s it! I can’t do this!” His voice booms as he stomps his way out of the room. Poor Choso, you’ll be sure to figure out what is bothering him once he calms down.
But he comes back, face scrunched, brows furrowed up as though he going to face his most dastardly foe. He then falls HARD on both of his knees in front of you. It really looks like it hurt. “Cho-”, you try to see if he is alright, but he seems fine as he glares you down.
“I … I don’t know wh-” Oh boy is he struggling. He huffs looking off. Finally he closes his eyes and breaths deeply, calming himself down. Unconsciously, you realize that you are doing the same. Soon, he opens his eyes blinding you from that intense stare. “I love you. You know that?” … You nod your head. He does a single nod back before he reveals the hiding hand that holds a little box. He opens it to a beautiful ring. The same ring from when you went shopping with Eso and Yuji.
“Will you … marry me?”
It has only been milliseconds before Choso breaks out into a sweat, his eyes going back and forth from you then the ring.
“Yes!” You lunge for him wrapping your arms around his broad muscular shoulders. But it takes only a few seconds for it to sink into his head, until he wraps his arms around you.
Later on, as you admire that ring on your finger, you hear your now fiance—wow it’s real …–talking on the phone to his other brother Kechizu. It’s a bit hard to hear but you mange to understand:
“One knee Choso! One knee!”
“Oh … Oh!” Covering his eyes. “Damn it.”
You briefly peak into the room to add with a gorgeous smile making sure he sees your ringed hand as you hold onto the molding, “I didn’t mind.”
Nanami
It’s the first Christmas with your boyfriend Kento Nanami. The two of you haven’t been dating long, but this is the most mature, loving relationship you ever had. He restored your faith in humanity.
Right now, you’re on a ladder, meticulously placing ornaments on the top layers of the tree. Below you, your new “roommate” boyfriend hands you each glass trinket. You are so much in the “zone” that you don’t even look back at him, you just reach back and he places one in your sweet delicate little hand.
But he grabs your hand, you turn around to see him gently pulling you down. His view right now … wow. You look gorgeous. Your eyes wide, not knowing what is going on, all back lit from the warm glow of the tree directly behind you. The tinsel adding to the sparkle and glitter. Like an angel descending.
He shakes his in disbelief of his luck as he lowers himself on one knee, still holding your pretty hand. “My dear, please, please make me the happiest man alive.” From his pocket, he brings out a small box to which he flicks open with only his thumb. A beautiful ring. That one you only showed your mother—my goodness, he asked your parents for permission. “Please, would you marry me?”
“Of course.” No hesitation. Your sight of this 184 cm man, all muscle, dressed in his usual blue shirt and tan pants that clings to his body. All framed by those luscious locks of blonde hair. His kind hazel eyes … And the way he treats you? How can you not say yes.”
He slides the ring up your finger, and laces his arms around you. With a kiss, he pulls you up and twirls you around once. But his lips never leave yours. You only open your eyes when you cup his sculpted face to see that ring glisten against his skin. A small giggle escapes into your kiss before you wrap your arms around his neck.
Geto
Geto takes you to a Japanese garden that he made sure no-one was there. There he explains the meaning behind each flower, waiting patiently as you smell, and take mental pictures of each. But once you two stand underneath a plum blossom tree, it is silent, but you notice he keeps looking at you with a peculiar grin. It makes you blush so you look away.
But little do you know, this is what he wants. He wants you to look away to see a curse in front of you. A curse resembling your favorite animal. In it’s mouth, it gives a dazzling ring, one you spoke about a few weeks ago with the girls.
Geto’s large form eclipses the light as he walks around you, “my dear,” he plucks the ring from the curse that bows in submission as it steps back. He elegantly bends down on one knee–still with that grin–before he looks up at you, “please spend the rest of your life with me?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer–he just slides on the ring.
Of course you say yes and the two of you share a tender kiss under the tree. A gentle breeze knocks petals into your hair and he gently plucks them from you. Each motion of his hands, elegant yet gentle, his eye only traveling away for the briefest moments.
Kusakabe
It’s your favorite restaurant. You are dressed to the nines. Perfect make-up. Perfect dress. But your boyfriend, Atsuya Kusakabe is sitting across from you. His handsome face lit up from the warm glow of the candle light between the two of you.
Once the orders are placed and the drinks arrive,he slides an open ring box to you. “Will you marry me …” His eyes flicker to you, almost pleading, “please”. It was so quick and sudden but—
Your mouth gapes open. It’s a ROCK. And it’s blinding. It’s the ring you wanted, but bigger. Your eyes dart back to him. Him who complains about how much the groceries are. Atsuya who groans when he has to tip the delivery boy. Kusakabe who breaks out into a sweat when the two of you go shopping. Bought you a rock. A beautiful one at that.
And he just looks at you like it’s nothing, blinking dumbly. … Though that stray bead of sweat rolling down his right temple is betraying him. The lack of response is whats making him unravel. “So … what are you going say. Spit it out already.” It’s only now that you notice that he’s clenching the table.
“Oh um, yes! Yes. Yes!” Finally smiling, he comes over around the table, as you keep pointing to your ring finger to have him put it on. He kisses you, so tenderly as he slides it on your finger.
“Atsuya … it’s huge.”
“What do you take for!? Give me some credit, woman!” You giggle and the two of you enjoy dinner. Throughout the dinner, he watches as you admire it, knowing you’re worth any and everything.
Later at home:~
Still admiring the ring, you find your now fiance at the speaker, playing on the phone. Oh so he’s gonna listen to music, you think to yourself. But you soon realize, a familiar song is playing. That one that the two of you danced to some time ago. A core memory indeed.
“Come here,” he grabs you, wrapping an arm around you, his right hand pulling your left up—all in a nice little slow dance.
“Atsuya! No, no, no—”
“Shut up,” he smiles knowingly teasing you.
You rest you head into his chest not knowing that the both of you are looking at that rock he got you. Only until he kisses your finger. He says a lot of things—complains about more–but he always finds way to beat expectations.
* I can’t help but to add—this is my own opinion—please use a song that is close to you. But I can’t help to think the song is “My Girl”.
Sukuna
You sit with your boyfriend Sukuna. The two of you just sit on the balcony over looking the vista. In the background, the sun is setting painting the sky in hues of blues, pinks, and orange. No drawing nor painting can capture this natural beauty. He sits crossed legged on the nearby table, his head propped up with one arm. He must, after all, always have the highest seat.
Normally he is loud, intimidating, but moments like this where is is lost in thought—not having to battle or any type of destruction means—are of your favorite. You say nothing, either reading or some type of quiet activity. But today … nothing. It is wonderful.
But you notice every once in a while, his mouth opens, yet nothing comes out. He’ll shake his head. That baritone of of a voice, betraying his whispers to himself. All you can catch is “no, no, no”. Then he looks at you, the setting sun highlighting everything about him, his muscles, his hair, his tattoos. Why does he look so handsome here?
His head still propped up by his fist. He looks at you with all sincerity: “marry me woman”. There is no ring. No threat. Nothing. All you can say is yes. In return, he nods his head and turns back to the view. “We’ll have Uraume help with the preparations.” You can’t help but giggle. Though there is no fanfare no touching. The air is calm and content. He is–for once–peaceful, almost awkward and embarrassed–like a teenager asking out his first love.
But this is so much more. You can feel his aura surging, he is happy, but will not show it. So, you pull your chair to sit right under the table he still sits on. His huge arms soon wraps themselves around you. Though his arm hangs lazly over you, there is a safeness here. Your head sits back and soon your eyes close.
Higuruma
At least once a week, you meet your boyfriend on that special little bench where the two of sit and eat whilst chatting about anything and everything. It’s beautiful during the day, but at night, it’s just magical … The warm lights and behind said bench, a small water park where water spurts out from the ground.
Tonight was special, firstly, he gets you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, takes you out to your favorite restaurant. The two of you laugh and just talk about whatever. No desert though, he buys that for you and sits on ‘the bench’. Patiently, he waits for you to finish. Once done, he goes to throw out the container but you see that he’s looking at something in his pocket. Curious.
“I thank you for being patient for all those long nights. I’m thankful for … God I can’t do this.” His adorable little giggle and the way his little dimple shows when he smiles. “It’s so much easier in court.” He starts to point to himself, “this. This is what you do to me.” He’s only half joking, because it’s true. “What I’m trying to say is that,” still holding your hand, he makes his way down directly in front of you. One knee on the ground, not caring about the cold rough concrete. “Will you please marry me?”
He opens a little box revealing a beautiful custom made ring. His big eyes traveling from it to you. How can you say no?
“Yes! Oh my God Hiromi! Yes!” You tackle him, luckily he’s strong and only falls back a little. But nonetheless he grabs you, and you can feel his smile. Finally pulling back, he’s able to slide the ring on your finger. Damn is it gorgeous. You hold his face with your left hand, watching it gleam from the street lamp. It’s stunning. Before pulling him in for a kiss.
Then you hear the applause. Apparently some bystanders have stopped to applaud. Embarrassed once you see your lawyer boyfriend (ahem! fiancé) on his butt in the middle of the sidewalk. “Oh my God,” you try to pull him up.
The two of you thank everyone before starting to walk home his right hand in your left hand. He lifts it up to look at the ring making sure it fits properly. Damn does it look good on you while you’re holding his hand. As though it was truly meant to be. (Well it is.)