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The sound of heavy rain could be heard echoing through the walls of the small apartment you share with your boyfriend. Worry spreads through your thoughts due to the harsh conditions outside seeing as your boyfriend isn't home yet. You trust that Tsukki wouldn't betray you but you can't help but think the worst as he's never been this late from volleyball practice. Maybe it's just traffic? It's raining a lot, everyone must be rushing home. Before the worst of thoughts could come to your head you hear the relieving creaks of the door. You rush to wrap your hands around the tall, blonde man. "You're still awake?" He softly says, concerned but slightly touched you're still awake at 12 am to greet him when he gets home.
"...let's eat, the food's already col" You say furrowing your eyebrows with a slight pout on your lips
"Alright"
After a quiet meal, you go off to wash the dishes. Soapy suds cover your hands as you scrub the dirty plates you just used with a coarse side of a soft yellow sponge. You hum the soft melody of the spinning record that played on the small antique record player you found while thrift shopping with Tsukki 2 years ago, ever since then it's been something you've cherished, occasionally buying random records to see what kind of surprises you'd come across. You feel hands slowly snake around your waist and a head rest on your shoulders and you hear the sounds of Tsukki's tired voice "I'm touched". "Huh?" confused you ask "How so?". "You took the time to cook and wait for me to get home before eating, even when I arrived 6 hours than usual. You even trust me enough to ask where I've been." He says as he tugs your waist turning you to face him, your so close. So close you could feel his hot breath. You wrap your arms around his neck "I thought you would've told me even if I didn't ask, would you like me to ask you right now?" You respond, slowly rocking with him to the beat of the slow slow melody, both adjust your right hands to hold the other's left, your other hands on his shoulder and his on you waist. He lets out a soft, short chuckle "You don't need to, I was home 5 hours ago...I just needed to think". Your face returns to your "signature" confused face as you look up, locking eyes with his "So you were in the parking lot for 5 hours? What we're you think of?". He scoffs playfully seeing the confused look that paints your face. "Well, it's something I suddenly don't need to think of. I'm now sure this is what I want to do...". "What is it?" Your question was met with a momentary silence, the only noise coming from the record and the rain. You noticed his slight hesitation and shaky hands as break contact, shakily moving his hands through his pocket pulling out a small box, he opens his mouth to respond "Let's get married"