Obligation, Not Love

There is no other way around it. It's best to get it over with now— at least he's making someone happy.

Momo looks just as beautiful than ever, but he isn't happy to see her. He doesn't smile, he doesn't greet her when she says his name. Instead he brings his hands together and bows.

"I see you're doing well, Hinamori," he says, her name burning his tongue. How long has it been since he last said her name? When they ended their relationship, there was no argument. They didn't yell, they didn't curse each other's names. They both agreed to go their separate ways but yet it was so painful he felt his heart was about ready to burst with grief.

Momo's smile had faltered, "I'm glad you're alright, Shiro-chan."

His heart clenched at the name. The memories it held. "I spoke with our grandmother, I think you know why I'm here."

She sighs, "Yes. I've been expecting you."

Then, through grit teeth and clenched fists he says, "Momo Hinamori, will you marry me?"