𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒’

you would walk down a long aisle surrounded by white flowers while michael waits at the end in a perfectly tailored black suit with a small blue detail hidden somewhere in his outfit.

despite all his confidence, he would become noticeably quieter when he sees you, staring at you for several seconds as though he forgot that there were hundreds of people watching.

the ceremony would be traditional and elegant, followed by an extravagant reception with a massive multi-tiered cake, a live orchestra, expensive food, and a ballroom filled with warm golden lights.

michael would make the first dance unnecessarily dramatic, holding you close while the entire room watches, and afterward he would probably spend half the night introducing you as his wife with the most smug expression imaginable.

sae itoshi

he'd want something private, peaceful, and meaningful, somewhere far enough away from his usual life that the two of you could actually enjoy the day without constantly being interrupted.

a destination wedding would suit him perfectly, probably somewhere along the coast where the weather is warm and the ocean is visible from the ceremony.

the venue would be a modern seaside villa with huge windows, pale stone, simple floral arrangements, and a view of the water that does most of the decorating for him.

sae wouldn't need giant centerpieces or excessive decorations because he'd rather let the location speak for itself.

the guest list would be very small.

family, a few close friends, and the people who actually matter to both of you. there wouldn't be any random celebrities or huge crowds because sae would hate the idea of turning something so personal into a public event.

his suit would be simple too, probably black or dark navy with a clean white shirt and no unnecessary accessories. he'd look completely composed while getting ready, but you'd probably notice the tiny signs that he's nervous, like how he keeps adjusting his cufflinks or checking his watch even though he's already on time.

once the ceremony begins, though, he'd calm down. when he sees you walking toward him, his eyes would immediately soften, and he wouldn't look away for the rest of the ceremony.

sae isn't someone who needs to constantly say how much he loves you, so most of his affection would show through the way he looks at you and how tightly he holds your hand.

the ceremony would happen around sunset, because sae would specifically choose that time after looking at the schedule and realizing the lighting would be beautiful.

there would be soft music playing while you walk toward him, flowers scattered around the aisle, and the ocean behind him. after you're officially married, there wouldn't be some huge announcement or dramatic celebration.

instead, everyone would move to a long dinner table overlooking the water, where candles would be lit as the sky gets darker. sae would actually enjoy this part more than the ceremony because there's no pressure anymore.

he could sit beside you, listen to everyone talk, and occasionally reach over to hold your hand underneath the table.

later, when most of the guests are still talking, he'd quietly ask you to come outside with him. the two of you would walk along the beach still dressed in your wedding clothes, with sae occasionally glancing down at your ring.

he'd probably say very little, but he'd keep your hand in his the entire time, and honestly, that's more than enough.

bunny iglesias

now, bunny would want your wedding to feel like one giant celebration from beginning to end.

he wouldn't care about having the most traditional ceremony as long as everyone there was having a good time, and he'd probably be the person who gets way too excited about planning the reception.

the venue would be bright, colorful, and full of life, with flowers everywhere, hanging lights, ribbons, candles, and little decorations that remind him of you.

instead of having everything look perfectly coordinated, bunny would actually prefer some personality in the decorations, because he wouldn't want the wedding to feel like some boring formal event.

there would be photographs of the two of you around the venue, little notes for the guests, personalized desserts, and probably some completely unnecessary decoration that he insisted on because he thought it was funny.

the ceremony would be outside, somewhere with a beautiful garden or courtyard, with a huge floral arch at the end of the aisle. bunny would probably be terrible at pretending he's calm before you arrive.

he'd keep asking whether everything is ready, whether the flowers are okay, whether the music is working, whether you've arrived yet, and whether everyone remembered where they're supposed to sit. the second you actually appear, though, all of that disappears.

he'd have this huge smile on his face, watching you walk toward him like he's completely forgotten that there are other people around. he'd probably look almost too happy throughout the ceremony, especially when you exchange rings and finally get to call each other married.

the reception would be absolutely chaotic in the best way.

there would be tons of food, different desserts, music, dancing, photographs, and people constantly coming over to congratulate you. bunny would barely sit down because he'd be too busy dragging you onto the dance floor or introducing you to someone else.

he'd probably take an embarrassing number of pictures with you too, including some where you're trying to look elegant and he's making some ridiculous expression beside you.

eventually, when the reception gets quieter and some guests start leaving, he'd sit beside you and finally let himself relax.

he'd probably look exhausted, hair slightly messy, tie loosened, but still have that same happy smile because everything turned out exactly how he wanted.

and even after an entire day of celebrating, he'd still want one final dance with you somewhere away from everyone else, just so the two of you could have a quiet moment together before the wedding officially ended.

vivian hugo

you and hugo's wedding would be beautiful in a very calm, timeless way. he wouldn't want something overly flashy because he would care much more about making the day feel comfortable and meaningful for you.

the venue would be an old estate surrounded by huge gardens, with flowers growing around the stone pathways and tall trees surrounding the ceremony area.

everything would have soft colors, mostly ivory, white, pale green, and muted pink, with warm candles placed around the reception tables. there wouldn't be anything that feels too modern or trendy because hugo would want you to look back at the photographs years later and still think the wedding looked beautiful.

hugo would probably be involved in almost every part of the planning, but not because he wants control.

he'd simply want to make sure you don't have to worry about anything. he'd make sure you've eaten before the ceremony, that you have water nearby, that your shoes are comfortable, that someone is carrying anything you need, and that there is somewhere quiet for you to sit if the reception becomes overwhelming.

he'd remember tiny details that even you forgot about because he wants the entire day to be easy for you.

his own outfit would be elegant and simple, probably a dark suit with a subtle tie and polished shoes, while your outfit would be something he clearly can't stop looking at once you walk toward him.

the ceremony would happen in the garden underneath a large floral arch, with sunlight coming through the trees.

hugo would look calm, but his eyes would immediately soften when he sees you.

he wouldn't make some dramatic reaction, but you'd notice the small smile that appears on his face, and he'd keep looking at you as though he's trying to memorize the moment. afterward, everyone would move toward the garden reception, where long tables would be covered in flowers, candles, and little handwritten name cards.

there would be soft music playing in the background while everyone eats and talks.

hugo would spend most of the evening beside you, quietly checking whether you're okay, fixing your veil if it gets caught somewhere, and making sure you actually enjoy your own wedding instead of spending the entire night taking care of everyone else.

once the reception is almost over, he'd take you for a walk through the garden, letting the two of you have one final quiet moment before the night ends.

julian loki

the wedding would be incredibly polished and organized, with every single detail planned months in advance.

he'd probably choose paris or somewhere in the french countryside, somewhere elegant without feeling too extravagant.

the venue would have beautiful architecture, large windows, a courtyard filled with flowers, and an indoor reception space decorated with candles and simple floral arrangements. the color palette would be mostly white, cream, black, and soft gold, keeping everything elegant without making the room feel too busy.

the guest list would be carefully chosen, and the entire schedule would be planned down to the smallest detail. there would be a specific time for photographs, a specific time for dinner, a specific time for the first dance, and somehow everything would happen exactly when it was supposed to.

loki would be dressed in a perfectly fitted suit, probably looking so composed that nobody would guess he's nervous. he would make sure you're comfortable throughout the entire day, though, quietly checking on you and making sure nobody is overwhelming you with too many photographs or congratulations.

the ceremony would take place in the courtyard as the sun begins to set, with soft lights turning on around the flowers as the sky gets darker. loki would remain composed when he sees you, but his expression would soften in a way that only people close to him would notice.

he would hold your hand throughout the ceremony, and when you exchange rings, he'd look at yours for a second before giving you that small, genuine smile. afterward, the reception would be elegant and quiet, with live piano music, a beautiful dinner, and a carefully designed cake. he wouldn't spend the entire night in the middle of the party.

instead, he'd stay close to you, talking quietly, occasionally taking your hand, and letting you know without needing to say much that he's happy you're there with him.

once the reception ends, he'd take you outside into the cool night air, where the city lights are still shining in the distance.

after an entire day filled with schedules, cameras, guests, and celebrations, he'd finally be able to relax beside you, walking through the quiet streets together as husband and wife.

don lorenzo

lorenzo would somehow manage to make your wedding the most expensive, ridiculous, loud, and unforgettable event imaginable.

there would be absolutely no such thing as keeping things simple because the moment you tell him you're getting married, he's already planning something huge.

he'd probably rent out an entire luxury venue and transform every room into something different, with massive floral arrangements, dramatic lighting, huge tables filled with food, enormous cakes, entertainment, music, and enough decorations to make the place almost unrecognizable.

he would want everyone there too, because lorenzo would see the wedding as a massive celebration rather than a private ceremony.

the ceremony itself would probably be surprisingly sweet compared to everything surrounding it. he might still have an extravagant venue and ridiculous decorations, but when you actually walk toward him, he'd become noticeably quieter.

he'd grin at you, but there'd be something softer underneath it because this is the part he actually cares about. he'd probably keep looking at your ring after you exchange them, almost fascinated by the fact that you're actually married now. the second the ceremony ends, though, the chaos returns.

lorenzo would be everywhere at once, dancing, laughing, taking pictures, talking to guests, stealing food from the dessert table, and proudly showing everyone his wedding ring.

the reception would probably last until ridiculously late because lorenzo wouldn't want anyone to leave early. there'd be music playing, people dancing, food everywhere, and some kind of giant cake that everyone takes pictures beside.

he'd keep coming back to you throughout the night, though, because no matter how distracted he gets, you're still the center of the entire thing for him. eventually, when the party becomes quieter, he'd pull you away somewhere private, maybe onto a balcony overlooking the city.

he'd still have that goofy smile on his face, but he'd become quieter as he looks at you and then at your ring. for once, there wouldn't be a crowd around him or music playing in the background. just you, him, and the realization that the person he loves is officially his wife.

teddy knight

yours and teddy's wedding would be the kind of wedding that feels like stepping into a winter storybook.

he'd choose somewhere surrounded by snow, probably a beautiful lodge or mountain estate with huge windows overlooking the mountains.

the ceremony would be held inside because he wouldn't want you freezing, but the entire venue would still have that winter atmosphere with white flowers, greenery, candles, warm lights, and fireplaces burning throughout the building.

there would be blankets placed around the reception area, warm drinks available for everyone, and little desserts inspired by winter flavors.

teddy would probably be extremely particular about making sure everything is perfect, but he'd try not to let you notice how nervous he actually is.

he'd have his suit prepared weeks in advance and would probably check it several times before leaving for the ceremony. his outfit would be dark and elegant, with a long coat for when he goes outside later.

when you finally walk into the ceremony, though, he'd forget every single thing he was worrying about. his expression would immediately soften, and he'd just watch you walk toward him with this quiet smile.

the ceremony itself would be intimate, with only people close to you both, and afterward everyone would gather near the fireplaces for dinner.

the reception would feel incredibly cozy. there would be candles glowing on every table, soft music playing, warm food, desserts, and large windows showing the snow outside.

your first dance would happen near one of the fireplaces, and teddy would hold you carefully while the room slowly becomes quieter around you.

later, he'd take you outside for a few minutes, wrapping his coat around your shoulders so you don't get cold. the two of you would stand together in the snow while the lights from the venue shine behind you, and teddy would probably look at your ring before quietly smiling.

after such a busy day, that quiet moment would mean more to him than the entire reception.

when the two of you finally stopped walking, he turned toward you and took your hands in his, his usual teasing expression slowly fading into something much softer.

for once, there wasn't that cocky grin or playful arrogance in his eyes, only michael looking at you as though he had suddenly forgotten about everything else around him.

he gently rubbed his thumb over your knuckles before lowering himself onto one knee, and the sight alone would have been enough to make your heart stop because michael, the man who acted like nothing in the world could ever make him nervous, was looking up at you with a tiny flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

he opened the ring box and let out a quiet breath, almost laughing at himself before telling you that he had spent his entire life chasing victories, proving himself, becoming someone impossible to overlook, but somewhere along the way, you had become the one person he never wanted to compete with or impress because simply having you beside him had become more important than any victory he could ever achieve.

his voice softened as he asked you to marry him, and for perhaps the first time ever, michael wasn't trying to sound impressive—he was simply being honest.

the second you said yes, the tension disappeared from his face completely, replaced by the biggest, most genuine smile you'd seen from him in a long time.

he stood up quickly, slipped the ring onto your finger, and pulled you into his arms, holding you close while you tried to process the fact that you were actually engaged to him.

he would tease you if you started crying, murmuring that he hadn't expected his future wife to be so easily overwhelmed, but his own voice would betray him because he was clearly just as emotional.

after a moment, he'd pull back just enough to look at the ring on your finger, his eyes lingering on it before looking back at you with that familiar arrogant little grin returning to his face.

he'd probably tilt his head and proudly admire his work, acting as though proposing to you was somehow another trophy he had earned, but underneath all that ego was something much simpler: michael was happy.

genuinely, ridiculously happy. he had chosen you, you had chosen him, and now he finally had something he never wanted to let go of.

sae itoshi

he had thought about it for a long time before actually buying the ring, carefully considering whether the timing was right and whether he was truly ready to make such a serious promise, and once he decided that you were the person he wanted beside him, there would be no hesitation afterward.

he wouldn't tell anyone about it either, not even rin, because sae would consider it something between you and him.

one evening, after the two of you had spent a peaceful day together, he would ask you to come with him somewhere familiar, perhaps a quiet place where the two of you had spent time together before, and you wouldn't think anything of it at first. sae would walk beside you with his hands in his pockets, occasionally glancing over at you while you talked, his expression as unreadable as ever, although there would be a faint softness in his eyes that only you would recognize.

eventually, sae would stop walking and quietly ask you to come closer, his gaze settling on you for a moment longer than usual.

there wouldn't be some elaborate speech or dramatic setup, because that simply wasn't sae.

instead, he would reach into his pocket and pull out a small ring box, and the moment you saw it, your expression would completely change.

sae would notice immediately, of course, and there would be the smallest hint of a smile on his lips as he lowered himself onto one knee. he would look up at you with that calm expression of his, but underneath it, there would be genuine nervousness that he was trying very hard not to show.

he'd tell you that he wasn't particularly good at saying things like this, but that he'd spent enough time thinking about his future to know that he wanted you in it, that whenever he imagined his life years from now, you were somehow always there beside him, and that he didn't need some grand explanation for why because loving you had simply become one of the most natural parts of his life.

then he'd quietly ask you to marry him, his voice steady even though his heart would be racing.

when you finally said yes, sae would go completely still for a second, almost as though he needed to hear it twice before allowing himself to believe it.

then his shoulders would relax, and that tiny, rare smile would appear on his face as he stood and gently took your hand.

he'd slide the ring onto your finger with careful hands before bringing your hand closer to inspect it, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

he wouldn't make a big deal about your reaction if you started crying or threw your arms around him, but he'd quietly hold you against him, resting his chin against your head while one hand remained around your waist. after a moment, he'd murmur that he was glad you said yes, and although the words were simple, coming from sae, they would mean everything.

he wouldn't need to brag about being engaged or tell everyone immediately; he'd simply look down at the ring on your finger every now and then with that subtle little smile, quietly content knowing that the person he loved had chosen to stay with him for the rest of his life.

bunny iglesias

he’d decide he wanted to propose after one of those ordinary days where nothing particularly special happened, because somehow watching you laugh at something stupid, stealing food from his plate, and walking beside him like you always belonged there would make the thought hit him all at once.

except bunny being bunny, he wouldn't immediately come up with some perfect romantic plan.

he'd spend days acting suspicious, asking random questions about what kind of rings you liked and pretending he was only curious, then getting flustered whenever you asked why he wanted to know. eventually, he'd settle on taking you somewhere meaningful to both of you, somewhere where you could actually relax, and he'd spend the entire time trying to act normal while constantly checking the little ring box hidden in his pocket.

when the moment finally came, bunny would probably start talking about something completely unrelated before suddenly stopping himself, looking at you with an unusually serious expression.

he'd take your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over your fingers while trying to gather enough courage to say what he'd been rehearsing in his head for weeks. he wouldn't have some perfectly polished speech, and honestly, that would make it feel even more genuine.

he'd tell you that before meeting you, he never really thought about what his life would look like years down the road, but now whenever he imagined the future, he couldn't picture it without you somewhere in it. he'd laugh nervously at himself, admitting that he was probably making this more complicated than it needed to be, before dropping down onto one knee and opening the ring box.

his eyes would stay fixed on yours as he asked you to marry him, and despite his usual confidence, there would be something incredibly vulnerable about the way he looked at you, like your answer genuinely meant everything to him.

the moment you said yes, bunny would practically light up.

he'd stand so quickly that he'd almost stumble, laugh at himself, and immediately pull you into his arms, holding you tightly while repeatedly looking down at the ring on your finger like he still couldn't believe it was actually there.

he'd probably get a little embarrassed if you pointed out how nervous he had been, insisting that he wasn't nervous at all despite the fact that you'd watched him fidget with his sleeves for half the evening. then he'd take your hand again and admire the ring, smiling so widely that it would be impossible to miss how happy he was.

instead of making some huge announcement right away, he'd just stay close to you for the rest of the night, constantly finding little excuses to hold your hand because now there was something new about seeing that ring on your finger that made his chest feel warm.

bunny would still tease you, still joke around, still act like the same goofy man you knew, but every so often he'd look at you with this quiet, almost disbelieving happiness because somehow the person he loved had actually said yes to spending the rest of her life with him.

vivian hugo

he would actually keep the ring for quite a while before proposing, carrying it around and waiting for the right moment instead of forcing one, and you'd probably never realize how many times he almost asked you before deciding to wait another day.

one time, the two of you would be at home after a long day, doing something completely ordinary together, and hugo would suddenly find himself watching you from across the room with this unusually thoughtful expression.

you'd ask him what he was looking at, and he'd simply shake his head with a small smile, telling you that he was just thinking. what he wouldn't tell you was that he had finally realized there didn't need to be some perfect occasion, because every ordinary day with you already felt like something worth holding onto.

later that night, when everything had become quiet, hugo would ask you to sit beside him, taking your hand and holding it between both of his.

he wouldn't immediately get down on one knee because he wouldn't want the gesture to feel rehearsed or distant; instead, he'd look directly at you and talk about all the little things he'd grown attached to over the years, the way you waited for him, the way you remembered tiny details he casually mentioned, the way you made even boring days feel warmer simply by being there.

he'd admit that he'd never been particularly good at putting those feelings into words, but that he knew one thing for certain: he didn't want to imagine reaching the end of his life and realizing he'd spent it without you. only then would he slowly get down onto one knee, still holding your hand, and open the ring box.

his expression would remain gentle and steady as he asked you to marry him, but there'd be a quiet vulnerability in his eyes because despite all his confidence, this was one question where your answer mattered more than anything else.

when you said yes, hugo wouldn't immediately say anything.

he'd just close his eyes for a brief second and let out a relieved breath, the tension he'd been carrying finally leaving his shoulders before he smiled at you.

he'd carefully slide the ring onto your finger, then stand and pull you into a warm embrace, holding you close for a long moment without needing to say anything else.

eventually, he'd pull back and look at your hand, gently turning it so the ring caught the light, and there'd be this soft, almost proud smile on his face. he wouldn't tease you or make a huge celebration out of it; instead, he'd kiss your forehead and quietly tell you that he was happy you chose him.

the rest of the night would remain simple, the two of you sitting together and talking about the future, but every so often hugo would glance at your hand and smile to himself, because the person he'd already considered his home had just agreed to become his family.

don lorenzo

he’s probably spend weeks insisting he wasn't planning anything whenever you noticed him acting suspicious, only to immediately change the subject or flash you that ridiculous grin of his.

unlike someone who would carefully plan every second, lorenzo would care more about making the moment feel like you two, so he'd choose somewhere that already held a funny memory between you, somewhere you could both laugh and feel comfortable rather than some overly fancy location.

he'd show up acting completely normal, joking around and bothering you like he always did, but he'd secretly be carrying the ring and trying desperately not to ruin the surprise by blurting it out too early.

at some point, while the two of you were laughing over something stupid, lorenzo would suddenly become quieter, which would probably make you suspicious immediately because seeing him serious for more than a few seconds was practically an event.

he'd stare at you for a moment before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small box and holding it up with an almost mischievous smile. instead of immediately kneeling, he'd tease you first, acting like he was giving you some incredibly important treasure, before finally lowering himself onto one knee. beneath all the jokes, however, his expression would become surprisingly sincere.

he'd tell you that he knew he wasn't exactly the easiest person to understand, that he could be loud, reckless, annoying, and a complete menace sometimes, but you had somehow stayed beside him through all of it.

he'd admit that he didn't want to spend his life wondering whether you'd still be there years from now because he wanted to know for sure, and the easiest way to guarantee that was to ask you himself.

then he'd grin up at you. his flashing golden grills brightened your face. he ask you to marry him, his eyes watching your face carefully despite the playful attitude he'd been putting on.

when you said yes, lorenzo would immediately break into the biggest grin imaginable and practically spring back onto his feet, laughing as he wrapped his arms around you. he'd probably lift you slightly off the ground in his excitement before remembering to actually put the ring on your finger, then he'd hold your hand up and stare at it like he'd just discovered the world's greatest treasure.

he'd make some ridiculous comment about how good you'd look wearing his ring, but there'd be genuine happiness underneath the teasing, especially when he noticed how emotional you were. he would keep looking at your hand for the rest of the evening, randomly grabbing it just to admire the ring again, and if you caught him doing it, he'd deny that he was being sentimental.

later, when things had quieted down, he'd lean against you with his usual goofy smile and quietly tell you that he was glad it was you, because beneath all the jokes and chaos, lorenzo would genuinely mean it.

you weren't just someone he wanted to marry—you were someone he had decided he wanted beside him for every strange, ridiculous, unpredictable part of his future.

julian loki

instead of immediately telling you, he'd quietly start preparing, making sure everything was exactly right while keeping the entire thing away from the public eye.

one day, he'd ask you to accompany him on what you thought was just another little outing, and throughout the day, he'd be unusually attentive, remembering every small thing you liked and making sure you were comfortable without giving away what he had planned.

toward the evening, he'd take you somewhere peaceful with a beautiful view, somewhere where you could sit together without being interrupted. he'd sit beside you for a while, letting the silence settle naturally instead of rushing into the proposal, and eventually he'd take your hand in his.

his expression would be softer than usual as he looked at you, and he'd quietly tell you that his life had always been filled with goals, schedules, matches, and plans for the future, but you were the one thing that had never felt like another goal he needed to accomplish.

you were simply someone he wanted beside him.

he'd admit that he couldn't promise that life would always be easy, especially with his career and everything that came with it, but he could promise that whenever he imagined moving forward, he wanted you walking beside him.

then he'd pull a small ring box from his pocket and lower himself onto one knee, looking up at you with a calm but unmistakably nervous smile as he asked you to marry him.

after you said yes, julian's reaction would be surprisingly gentle. he'd let out a quiet breath, almost as if he'd been holding it the entire time, before smiling and taking your hand.

he'd carefully put the ring onto your finger, then look down at it for a moment before looking back at you with an expression that was almost shy despite his usual composure.

he wouldn't immediately bombard you with excitement or jokes; instead, he'd simply pull you into a warm embrace and hold you close, quietly letting himself enjoy the moment.

later, he'd take a picture of your hands together—not to show off, but because he wanted to remember the exact moment you became engaged.

and when you teased him about secretly being sentimental, he'd just smile and tell you that there were some things he wanted to keep for himself.

for loki, the proposal wouldn't be about making the biggest moment possible; it would be about making one small, meaningful promise and knowing that, no matter how far his career took him, he would always have someone waiting beside him who felt like home.

teddy knight

he would secretly start planning it after noticing how often you talked about the future together, even in small ways, and he'd quietly realize that he didn't just want to be included in those plans—he wanted to help build them with you.

rather than taking you somewhere extravagant, teddy would choose a place that meant something to the two of you, somewhere you've shared a particularly happy memory, and he'd arrange everything himself without telling you a thing.

he'd spend the entire day acting completely normal, joking with you and making you laugh while secretly carrying the ring around, occasionally checking that the little box was still safely in his pocket.

when the moment finally arrived, teddy wouldn't immediately announce what was happening. he'd let the evening continue naturally until you were both comfortable, then he'd gently take your hand and ask you to look at him.

there would be a noticeable change in his expression, his usual playful warmth becoming much more serious as he looked at you.

he'd tell you that he'd spent a lot of time thinking about what he wanted from his future, and the more he thought about it, the more obvious the answer became.

he didn't need some perfect life or a future where everything went according to plan; he just wanted one where he could come home to you, make memories with you, and keep choosing you no matter how much life changed.

then he'd surprise you by lowering himself onto one knee, opening the ring box, and giving you a small smile that showed just how nervous he actually was. he'd ask you to marry him in a voice that was softer than usual, almost like he was giving you the most important promise he'd ever made.

the second you accepted, teddy would look genuinely relieved, his entire face brightening as he stood and carefully slipped the ring onto your finger. he'd take your hand in both of his afterward, staring at the ring for a moment before looking back at you with this ridiculously happy expression.

he wouldn't be able to resist making a little joke once he realized the hard part was over, teasing you about officially being stuck with him forever, but he'd immediately soften when he saw how emotional you were.

he'd pull you into a long hug and keep you close, quietly rubbing your back while telling you that he meant every word he'd said. later, he'd probably spend the rest of the night bringing up tiny details about the future that you'd now get to experience together, from trips you'd take to the kind of home you'd eventually have, because teddy wouldn't see the engagement as the ending of a romantic story.

to him, it would be the beginning of everything he'd been hoping to build with you.

it becomes one of those things rin quietly fixates on as your son grows.

every time your baby looks at him with those huge teal eyes, rin catches himself staring a second longer than he means to. he’ll be sitting on the couch after practice, still tired and mentally going over everything that happened during training, only for your son to crawl over and stop right between his feet. rin looks down, expecting him to want something, but instead the little boy simply tilts his head and looks up at him with those giant eyes.

“what?” rin asks, his voice softer than usual. your son doesn’t answer, obviously, because he’s still too young to properly explain himself, so he just keeps staring. rin sighs and reaches down, letting his fingers gently mess up his son’s hair. “you've been staring at me for five minutes.”

your son blinks.

rin stares back.

then the baby gives him a tiny smile, and rin immediately looks away, trying to hide the fact that he’s smiling too. from across the room, you catch the whole thing and laugh quietly. “you’re weak to him.”

“i’m not.”

“you are.”

“i’m not.” rin pauses, looks down at the little boy still holding onto his pants, and then quietly adds, “...he just has my eyes.” as though that somehow explains everything.

and honestly, those eyes become one of the easiest ways to get rin to give in. your son doesn’t even have to cry sometimes. he just has to look at his father. if he wants to be picked up, he’ll stand there with his little arms raised and those enormous teal eyes fixed on rin. if he wants rin to keep playing with him, he’ll sit beside him and stare until rin finally notices.

if rin tells him no and your son looks up at him with that innocent little expression, rin’s resolve starts disappearing almost immediately.

“no, you already had one,” rin says when his son reaches for another sweet you baked. the little boy looks at him. rin looks back. those big teal eyes blink slowly.

“...don't do that.” another blink. rin exhales through his nose and looks toward you like he’s silently asking for help, but you’re already laughing. “rin, you’re losing.”

“i know.” he looks back at his son, who is still staring at him.

“fine. one more.” you immediately tease him for it, and rin insists that he only agreed because his son was being quiet, but neither of you believe him.

there’s also something strangely emotional about seeing those eyes on his son because rin knows exactly what it feels like to dislike the face staring back at him in the mirror.

when he was younger, seeing certain parts of his appearance could remind him of sae, and sometimes even his own reflection felt like another reminder of everything he wanted to leave behind. but now, when he looks at your son, he sees those same eyes and feels something completely different.

there’s no bitterness attached to them. no rivalry, no old memories, no pressure to become something impossible. they’re simply his son’s eyes. curious and bright and innocent. eyes that look for him whenever he walks into the room. eyes that follow him around the house because, somehow, rin has become one of his favorite people in the entire world.

sometimes rin catches himself thinking about that while holding his son against his chest, gently patting his back as the baby grows sleepy. your son’s face is tucked against his shoulder, but his eyes are still barely open, watching rin whenever he moves.

rin looks down at him and quietly murmurs, “you really got my eyes, huh?” his son gives a sleepy little sound in response, and rin’s expression softens. “...guess i don't mind anymore.”

you notice the biggest difference when your son gets a little older and starts recognizing rin properly.

whenever rin comes home from training, your son immediately looks toward the door, and the second he sees him, those huge teal eyes practically light up. he starts toddling toward him with his little arms stretched out, stumbling slightly because he’s too excited to walk properly.

rin barely gets his shoes off before he has a tiny pair of arms wrapped around his legs.

“dad.” it’s one of the first words your son becomes particularly fond of saying, and every single time he says it, rin’s expression changes just a little. he bends down and picks him up, settling him against his chest, and your son immediately grabs onto his shirt while staring at him with those familiar teal eyes.

rin presses his cheek against his son’s hair for a moment, quietly saying, “missed me that much?” your son nods enthusiastically even though he probably doesn't fully understand the question. rin lets out the smallest laugh.

“yeah, yeah. i missed you too.” and when you tease him later about how soft he gets around his son, rin simply rolls his eyes and says, “shut up,” while still holding the little boy close.

sometimes, when your son falls asleep in rin’s arms, you’ll sit beside them and notice just how similar they look. the same dark hair, the same teal eyes once they flutter open, the same serious little expression whenever he’s concentrating on something. but there’s one major difference—you can see how much more relaxed rin looks when he’s with him.

there’s no tension in his shoulders, no sharpness in his eyes, just this quiet softness he rarely shows anyone else.

he’ll carefully brush his son’s hair away from his forehead and stare at those tiny features for a while before murmuring, almost under his breath, “you got the best part of me.” and if you hear him, he’ll immediately pretend he never said it. “what?” you ask with a smile.

“nothing.”

“rin.”

“i said nothing.”