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x: fifty
Go Traditional
The day he brings her breakfast in bed, she knows something big is about to happen.
When she chokes on a diamond hidden in her scrambled eggs, she immediately thinks romantic people from the future are utter buffoons. Chiaki pales when he realizes she's not not speaking from shock, but rather because she is asphyxiating on his precious rock. Through the shuddering attempts at the Heimlich maneuver, she hears him yammer on in his nervous panic about how she's not supposed inhale her breakfast like some kind of carpet-cleaning household appliance—but can anyone even blame her? He put in it in her eggs, for goodness' sake!
She's still cursing his stupid, romantic, funny, adorable existence when she remembers that this is Chiaki, the idiot who ran all the way back to the past to tell her how much of an imbecile he was for trying to wait, since he never has been or will be a patient person.
The ring goes sailing out of her esophagus and clatters along the floor. It's covered in yellow, half-chewed goop and a mixture of her spit and bile, but he picks it up, anyway, anxiously fiddling with it as she gawks wordlessly at him. "You poisoned my eggs," she accuses him tartly.
"You weren't supposed to eat it that fast," he replies in his defense. "If I put it in the orange juice, you would have guzzled it down for sure."
"You could have put it in something else, you know," Makoto rubs her neck gingerly, trying not to wince and cause him to worry further,"like pancakes."
Chiaki blinks contemplatively at the ground, the soiled ring still squeezed betwixt his fingers. "You hate pancakes."
"Waffles, then."
"I don't know how to make waffles."
"You could have just gone traditional," she sighs, feigning exasperation.
"You mean, on one knee?"
"Yeah, I guess." Makoto takes advantage of his silence to grab another, mercifully untainted, bite of eggs. When she looks over again, he's dropped to one knee, the ring proffered between his fingers. She blinks dazedly at him. It is suddenly, stunningly, real. He is asking her to—
"Marry me?"
A teasing smile dances onto her lips. "Well, you did almost kill me just now." Chiaki begins to look intimidated, discouraged. "But since you make a mean breakfast, I'll let that one slide." She leans down, pulling him to her by the collar, and pecks him on the lips. He relaxes instantly, sliding the slimy ring onto her finger.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes, that's a yes," she responds. She glances down at the ring. It's beautiful, and fits her just right. Then, her brow dips in consternation. "But why eggs?"
Chiaki sighs and shuts her up with a kiss.
A/N: We've made it to 50 installments. 50. This is the most committed I've ever been to project, so I want to thank you all for the support. It's about time that I get them engaged, huh? A special thank-you to MarieZenalou; you're so sweet and wonderful for reviewing practically every chapter from the beginning. This is not the end, but I will say that I may not update regularly from here on out, due to a very important upcoming academic year. Comments are welcome; critique is encouraged. Thank you for reading. Have a delicious day.
