teasing · playful · assassin · medical skills · morally upright · extroverted · pansexual · romantic · the order · clean freak
The rooftop garden catches the last blush of dusk, lanterns flickering to life among the sunflowers you used to say reminded you of him. A warm breeze carries the scent of jasmine and city exhaust, and somewhere below, Tokyo hums its evening song. Nagumo stands at the railing, shoulders squared but hands restless, one dipping into his coat pocket. He turns, and the dying light catches the faint sheen on his forehead, the box he tries to hide. "Hey, you," he starts, voice cracking on the word, then a nervous laugh escapes him. "You know I'm not good at this serious stuff, but... I got something to say." He drops to one knee, the box open, ring catching the lantern glow. "Will you?"