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kento always spoiled you on your dates, and you were used to it.

you were, also, used to the bouquet of bellflowers, the soft kisses on your knuckles, and the sweet public pda.

you were used to kento being a complete nervous wreck in front of you, even if you've been in each other's lives for three —two, dating— years.

just one smile had him getting tongue-tied still.

one wink had him turning red.

you were used to him reaching for his pocket in order to take his phone out for you to snap pictures with it.

and, naturally, you weren't expecting anything else when he did such actions.

so, the moment you asked him for his phone to take cute pictures in front of the fountain, you didn't expect him to hold a ring box and get down on one knee.

"my love, from the very first second i laid my eyes upon you, i knew that my heart was yours"

"i used to believe that love was nothing but a burden. something i didn't need in my life, but... i'm glad that you've proved me wrong"

"you've shown me heaven in its sweetest font, and i believe i'm the luckiest man alive to have such an angel by my side"

"being your husband would be a dream come true, so..."

"will you marry me?"

by the time he was done, you were already kneeling in front of him with tears cascading down your cheeks.

"yes, ken... god, yes, i will!" you whispered.

he held your hand in his, sliding the ring on your finger, and only then did you realize that it was customized with your birthstone cut in your favorite shape.

the whole ring was a beautiful mix of everything you liked in jewelry, that only you and kento knew.

and on the inside of it the date you first saw each other was engraved.