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Kyoko sighed as she ruffled through her notes. The book she was using for her final project was so dry it was sucking the moisture out of her skin. She wanted to be excited for it - after all, it was her last project in high school - but the book was just so. Dry. The subject matter was so interesting, too! The writing was just… bad. But Kyoko buckled down and forced herself back to work. She scribbled away in her notebook. And if she doodled a bit on the sides to keep herself awake, well, no one else was going to see this.

Blah, blah, blah. She was two paragraphs down and… she needed to focus. She shouldn't be thinking about how she would rather be sitting in Kuon's apartment for this than here in the LoveMe room. About how she wished she could be sitting next to him on the couch as she prepped for her project. About how she wanted his arm to be around her as he read over her shoulder, cracking jokes about the material. About how she would turn her head to say something, and he would steal a kiss, making her forget whatever she had been about to say. About how she would never want that moment to end, about how she wanted to be with him forever. But she should not think about any of that right now.

And she should not have doodled Mrs. Hizuri Kyoko on the side of her notes, but she had.

And she should have put away her notes when she heard the door open, but she didn't.

Ren entered the room, her smile on his face and his bag slung over his shoulder. "Hi."

"Hi," she echoed, glad to see him but oh-so-tired from wading through the book. "Did you have a good day?"

He plopped down onto the couch next to her, dropping his bag on the floor. "Pretty good. We finally got through that scene I was worried about."

"I told you that you would."

"And I should have listened to you." He leaned over to kiss her cheek, but paused. Blinked. And then dove for his bag.

"What's wrong?" she asked, watching him root around frantically. "Ren?"

"Absolutely nothing is wrong. Hold on."

"Then why are you-" she cut herself off, realizing that her notebook was still open. There, on the page for anyone to see, was her little doodle. And he had seen.

Before Kyoko had the time to work herself up into a proper panic, Kuon was pulling something out of his bag, pushing the table out of the way, and scrambling off of the couch to get down on one knee. He was saying something, and she was sure it was hideously romantic, but she was too shocked for her ears to work. By the time he had finished his speech and asked for her hand, all her poor brain had managed to put together was, "How long have you been carrying that around?"

"That's not important." He caught one of her hands with his own and stared at her expectantly.

"Kuon," she whispered, before continuing at a normal volume, "we've only been dating for two months."

"And have been in love for years." His expression was pained, but she could not tell if it was from kneeling or from anticipation over her answer.

"Yes, but… how long have you been carrying around an engagement ring?"

"It's irrelevant, please answer me, love."

"Well, yes, of course, but how long-"

He did not let her finish. He shot to his feet, whooping, and took her with him. He picked her up and spun her around as he cheered like he had just been handed everything he had ever longed for. She found herself laughing as she threw her arms around his neck for stability. He finally stopped spinning and she tugged him down to kiss her, forgetting where they were… or just not caring.

"I love you. So much," he hushed against her lips as he sat back down on the couch with her in his lap.

She held out her left hand expectantly. He was so drunk on happiness that it took him a minute to realize what she wanted, but then he plucked the ring out of its box and slid it onto her finger. He pressed a reverent kiss to the pad of her finger, not quite believing his luck.

"Seriously, how long have you had that?"

"I got it about four months before we started dating. I've been carrying it around for about a month," he admitted, his cheeks tinting pink.

She just blinked at him, and would have said something had the door not burst open.

"CONGRATULATIONS, MY CHILDREN!" Lory leapt into the room and popped confetti over them.

"Boss." Kuon deadpanned as Kyoko buried her flaming face against his chest. "How long have you been there?"

"LONG ENOUGH! Oh, my children, I am so proud of you! Look at you, all grown up! We must start planning at once, oh, I have so many ideas-" And he started rambling on, so enthralled by his own plans that he did not notice the pair slipping out the back door of the LoveMe room. It was a good twenty minutes before he noticed their absence.

Later, Kyoko found a better book to use for her project.

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