"Akira?"
The boy in question glanced up at Haru, from where he was sitting.
"What's wrong?"
"Haru..." The boy stood up. "There's something I want, no, I need to tell you."
Haru squeaked. "W-what?"
"I want to marry you."
Haru squeaked even louder, face turning a deep shade of red. "Wait, w-what?"
"Indeed." Haru turned around to see her father walking up to them. "If you want to, Haru, I will give my blessing for you to marry him."
"Father..." Haru closed her eyes.
When she opened her eyes, there was only the darkness of her room to greet her.
...
Prompt: Dreaming.
Sorry, Haru. You're a lovely girl and I will give you happy days with Akira soon.