𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.   /    She were nervous, she couldn't help it; her question has been on her mind for so long, she were certain in wanting to ask him--maybe she were just nervous over the reaction. Michikatsu hopes she doesn't make him uncomfortable--but how long had they been living together? Surely Doma wouldn't be upset, right?

Shaking her head minutely, Michikatsu draws close to Doma, reaching out to take his hand in her own gently.

"I want to ask you something," she starts, feeling her heart pounding in her chest, "and it's okay if you aren't ready or just don't want to, okay? You don't even have to answer me right now."

A moment, just a moment to make sure Doma were paying attention, and Michikatsu finally says the question she's been harboring: "Will you marry me?"   /   @tsukkiakarii​

and  there  was  a  notable  pause  from  douma  ——  the  answer  came  so  naturally  to  him,  and  yet,  he  didn’t  know  how  to  say  it.  perhaps  he’d  been  caught  in  this  feeling  for  too  long  —  barely  able  to  forgive  himself  for  actions  he’d  long  since  forgotten.

there’s  a  drift  away  from  his  eyes.  he  didn’t  know  what  she  saw  in  him.  did  she  see  something  worthwhile?  something  entertaining,  or  flattering,  or  beautiful  to  look  at?

that  had  to  be  it.  there  had  to  be  some  benefit  —  it’s  how  things  always  were  for  him.

“...  …  …”  he  doesn’t  look  back  to  her,  he  keeps  his  eyes  away.

“—michi-chan,”  her  name  spills  out  from  him  hopelessly,  “—i  really  want  this.  i’ve  wanted  this  for  so  long.”

“—i’ve  wanted  this  for  just  about  as  long  as  i’ve  known  you  —  getting  together,  living  together,  getting  married…”  he  continues  to  mumble,  “—but  what  if  i’m  not  good  for  you?  what  if  you  end  up  repulsed  by  me,  and  i’m  only  leaving  you  with  a  trapped  feeling  in  your  heart?”

@unbearablyindifferent  /  protecc fam  /  accepting

"Professor!!!" The shout reaches his ears before the pounding footsteps do. He barely has time to spin around and greet her - it’s Ophelia - before he realizes what she’s about to do.

Janaff is not a particularly big hawk. Even among the other birds, he’s considered to be quite short. In fact... Ophelia might actually be taller than he is. Later, he’d have her stand against his back to check.

But right now, she’s racing down the hall with clear intent to hug him. He can only take a half step back to prepare before-

“Oof-!”

He tries to save it, he really does, but next thing he knows he’s on his back against the stone floor. He musters a smile anyway, brushing his bangs out of his face.