Marry me: It was an interesting way to start the day.


It was cold, the kind of cold that made you want to bury yourself beneath your sheets and never get up. For the first time in months, Akihiko found himself sleeping through the morning instead of getting up early for his usual jog.

When he finally rose from his weather-induced stupor, he found himself faced with a tray of pancakes and a certain blue-haired teen by his bedside.

Sweet nothings like these were unlike him, but it was a welcome surprise. After exchanging pleasantries, which of course included a good morning kiss, he proceeded to dig in his meal.

However, his hand froze over the food, nearly dropping the knife after beholding the sight before him.

The syrup spelled out, Will you marry me?, upon closer inspection.

His questioning gaze fell on Minato, searching his expression for his intention. Was he kidding, or not? The blunette's face remained impassive, though there was a faint trace of pink on his cheeks, as if he was trying to stifle a blush.

Hiding a smile, he wiped off a portion on the syrup, and with the bottle of syrup in hand, he painted out his response on the now available space.

Yes.