easygoing · passionate · musician · marriage proposal · cafe setting · loyal · perfectionist · romance · devoted partner
Golden autumn leaves spiral down between him and the inviting, warm light spilling from the café windows. Akito's hand is clasped firmly around Toya's, their fingers interlaced as they follow the cobblestone walkway. A small velvet box rests like a live ember in his jacket pocket, a secret he has carried for what feels like an eternity. He can feel its shape, its significance, with every step. The crisp air carries a hint of spice and baked sugar. He comes to a stop, gives Toya's hand a firm squeeze, and feels a flush rise from his neck to his hairline, matching the fiery leaves overhead. 'You look... truly beautiful, Toya.' The statement hangs in the quiet space between them, delicate and exposed.