TOKYOREV!CHARACTERS REACTING TO YOUR PROPOSAL TO THEM
Characters: Izana Kurokawa, Kisaki Tetta, Hanma Shūji
Part 4! (Part three here)
Warnings: swearing, crying from happiness/emotions ofc, emotional, fluff, romantic/chaotic, mentions of marriage (I mean-), male reader, homo/gay couple, etc
‼️ALL CHARACTERS ARE ADULT AKA 22+, NO DEAD CHARACTERS
For the first 8-10 seconds after you knelt down and said those words, Izana simply… froze.
Not shocked in the sense of “I don’t believe it,” but as if his brain had thrown a 404 error. He looked at the ring, at you, at the ring again, at you again. No sound. No blinking. Total processing.
When he finally spoke, the first thing that came out of his mouth was a quiet, slightly hoarse:
It didn’t sound like a question of consent. It sounded like a question about whether you really wanted to be tied to him forever. There was far more fear and disbelief in it than he would admit.
Izana never cries nicely. When something inside him snaps, he cries ugly, with his teeth clenched, his hand pressed to his mouth so no one could hear.
That night, he cried like that – slightly sideways, pretending to only scratch the back of his neck, but his shoulders were shaking. He accepted the ring with trembling fingers and immediately put it on his finger, without even asking if he could try it on. As if he was afraid that if he let go for even a second, it would disappear.
Then, for the next three days, he didn't even take it off to shower.
The next morning, you woke up to Izana sitting cross-legged on the bed and just... staring at his hand with the ring.
He didn't say a word. He only occasionally touched the metal with his fingertip, as if checking to see if it was real.
For the first two weeks after the proposal, he went through a phase of "I have to touch you constantly to make sure you don't run away."
He grabbed your wrist when you walked by, rested his head on your shoulder when you sat, pulled you close at night even after you were asleep. It wasn't sweet tenderness—it was a panicked "he really wants to stay."
He didn't say "yes" out loud for a long time.
Not because he hesitated. He just… couldn't say the word without feeling like his voice was about to break.
He finally did it quietly, almost in a whisper, as you lay in the dark:
Once he finally broke down and started talking about it, he suddenly became obsessively specific.
"The wedding has to be in the winter. I don't like summer, too many people, too loud."
"I don't want many people. 10-12 at most."
"I don't want anyone from Toman to witness it. We don't trust them."
"I want you to have the exact same ring on your finger. Not a different one. The same."
He touches your left hand surprisingly often now – the one with the wedding band. Sometimes even unconsciously.
He strokes the place where the metal will soon be with his thumb. It's his new nervous tic.
The first time he called you "my husband" was about three weeks after the proposal – completely by accident, during a casual conversation in the kitchen. He froze mid-sentence, realized what he'd said, turned red to the ears, and left the kitchen without a word.
He returned 15 minutes later and pretended nothing had happened.
He has a "wedding" folder on his phone (with a password you don't want to know).
There are screenshots of suits, wedding ring inspiration, photos of places to get married without crowds, even a mood board with dark blue and silver accents because "those are our colors."
Sometimes, when he thinks you're sleeping, he kisses your left ring finger and whispers very, very quietly, "Thanks for not leaving."
He still has moments when he looks at you and thinks, "This can't possibly work out, one day he'll understand who I really am and leave."
But now, when he feels the ring on his finger, that voice is much quieter than it used to be.
For the first time in his life, Izana Kurokawa truly believes she can have a happy ending.
Not perfect. Not a fairytale. But real. With you.
He wasn't surprised… but he still froze for three seconds.
Kisaki knew immediately that something was up. He'd noticed that you had been acting slightly differently over the past two or three weeks: checking your phone more often, hiding the screen...
Still, when you actually knelt down and said those words, Kisaki completely lost his poker face for a split second.
Not from panic. From a pure, sudden "fuck… this is actually happening."
His first thought after "yes" was: "I have to do this better than him."
Right after he said "yes" (calmly, quietly, but without hesitation), his mind was already in planning mode.
"If he proposed to me in a restaurant on the 37th floor overlooking Tokyo… then I have to top that scale at the wedding. Minimum. Minimum."
On the way home, he was already making a mental list of things he would do better, more expensive, more perfect.
He didn't cry. But his eyes were glazed over, and it really pissed him off.
When you put the ring on him, Kisaki looked at his hand, then at you, then back at the ring.
He felt a burning sensation behind his eyelids and immediately clenched his jaw.
He thought: "No. Absolutely not. Not now. Not in front of him. This is unacceptable."
You, of course, noticed and gently blurted: "Are you crying?"
Kisaki immediately: "It's street dust. Don't be ridiculous."
The first night after the proposal, he barely slept at all.
He lay on his back, one hand behind his head, staring at the ceiling. With his other hand, he absently twisted the ring on his finger.
For the first time in a long, long time, he felt something that wasn't called "ambition," "revenge," "control," or "obsession." It was… uncomfortably soft. And at the same time, terrifyingly pleasant.
The next day at work was unbearable.
All his coworkers immediately noticed something was wrong. Kisaki, who was normally icy and precise, suddenly:
smiled out of the corner of his mouth for no reason,
lost the thread of the conversation twice during a phone call,
when someone asked, “Is something wrong?” he replied dryly, “Nothing you should care about”… but with the tone of someone who just won the lottery and is trying to hide it.
He hadn't said “I love you” out loud in a very long time.
After the proposal, it was almost five weeks before Kisaki finally said it.
It happened completely by accident – You were just coming out of the bathroom with wet hair and a towel around your hips, and Kisaki was sitting on the couch with his laptop.
He looked up and suddenly, without any preparation, quietly said,
“Y'know I love you, right?”
You froze. Kisaki returned his gaze to the screen and added even more quietly,
"Don't make me repeat it."
He's planning a return proposal over the next four months.
And this isn't normal planning. This is a military operation.
He's hired a private jeweler to make a ring that will be a "reply" to yours (of course, it has to be better, but not vulgar – a subtle, elegant edge).
He's booking a place in Santorini for exactly one year from the day you propose.
He's writing a speech. Yes. Kisaki Tetta is writing a speech. And he's revising it by hand 17 times.
He's incredibly possessive after the proposal.
He's always been possessive, but now it's reached a new level.
If anyone looks at you for more than three seconds, Kisaki places a hand on the back of your neck or waist – seemingly nonchalantly, but it's a pure declaration of "mine."
You once joked, "Don't worry, I won't run away."
Kisaki looked at you very seriously and said, "I know. But I'm not going to risk it anyway."
He still can't be romantic in a "normal" way.
Instead of flowers, he brings you a limited edition watch you once mentioned by accident a year and a half ago.
Instead of a candlelit dinner, he takes you to the roof of an office building in the middle of the night to show him Tokyo from above and says, "I used to control all of this. Now I just want it to be yours."
Deep down, he's afraid that one day you will see him as the old Kisaki again.
And that's the only thing that really keeps him up at night.
That's why he tries so hard to be a "better version"—not for the applause, but because for the first time in his life, he has something he truly doesn't want to lose.
His first reaction isn't words, but that characteristic, wide, slightly psychopathic smile of his that takes up half his face.
He looks at you for a good 4-5 seconds in complete silence, his head tilted, as if he's just seen the most interesting thing in the world.
Only then, quietly, in a low voice:
"...fuck, Y/N. You really did it."
He doesn't say "yes" right away.
Instead, he pulls out a cigarette, lights it very slowly, looking you straight in the eye.
He takes one long drag and blows the smoke out to the side so it doesn't fly in your face (his version of romance).
"You know that if I say yes, you'll never get rid of me, right?"
When he finally answers, it's in typical Hanma style – jokingly, but also very seriously:
"Fine. Take me. But if you ever hate me, there'll be no turnin' back, because I'll be too used to your lil' face."
A ring? Hanma doesn't wear normal rings.
The next day, he comes to you with two matte black wedding rings.
One has the word "CHAOS" tattooed on the inside (yes, tattooed, not engraved), and the other has "SHŪJI/Y/N"
"You choose which one you want. I'll wear the one with your name on the inside anyway."
For the first two or three weeks after the proposal, he goes through a phase of calling you "fiancé" at every possible moment, but he says it in a tone like he's testing how it sounds and simultaneously checking if it annoys you.
"Hey fiancé, pass the salt."
"Fiancé, where are my lighters?"
"Hey fiancé, come here for a second, I want to show you something on my phone."
(That "something" is always memes or pictures of cats.)
He starts planning the wedding very quickly... but in the worst possible way. "Do you think that we can get some ex-members from Toman and Valhalla to the wedding without 'em killing each other?"
"I want the cake to say SHŪJI & Y/N and be all black."
"If you don't want a DJ, I'll play the music myself. I have the perfect playlist for a brawl."
"Kisaki will be sore ass that I got married before he got a girlfriend"
The night after the proposal, when you're already lying together, he suddenly says quietly, almost in a whisper (a rarity for him):
"Y'know... I never thought anyone would want to keep me permanently. Especially someone like you."
And right after, to ruin the moment: "Now you're officially the most fucked-up choice of my life. Congratulations."
For a long time after the proposal, whenever someone asks him, "So when's the wedding?", he replies with that sly smirk of his:
"When my fiancée/fucking bastard decides he's tired of seein' my face every day. Which is probably never."
But really... he wears that ring constantly. Even when he's fighting, even when he's working, even when he's sleeping.
Once, it fell off during a fight, and he went back to get it in the middle of it.
"I'm not leavin' without it, sorry."
A few months later, in the middle of a regular evening, while you're watching something on the couch, Hanma suddenly says:
"Y'know what, Y/N? I think I want to get married this year. 'cause if I like someone so much... I'd rather seal it before I get bored of living without 'em."
And he looks at you with those yellow-purple eyes of his, which this time are exceptionally soft. "So, fiancé? Will you stick with me until the end?"
