𝑐𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑒 / 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢

𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑌

"Omi, what are you doing?" Atsumu asks as he looks down at the kneeling dark-haired.

Sakusa takes a deep breath.

"Miya Atsumu. Will you be the Eunbi to my Chaewon, the Spongebob to my Squidward, the fire to my dark night, the sun to my moon, the sugar to my coffee forever?" he asks.

"Omi, what-" "Will you marry me, Atsumu?"

Sakusa's hand opens the box, revealing a ring resting on a black pillow.

Atsumu gasps, and he feels tears flood his vision.

Sakusa is proposing?

"Yes."

Sakusa stands and swoops Atsumu in an enormous bear hug, the two of them crying out tears of joy. Sakusa sets the blonde down before taking the ring out of the box and sliding it on Atsumu's ring finger.

Atsumu lets out an elated sob, and Sakusa presses his forehead against Atsumu's. "You have no idea what you do to me, Miya Atsumu," Sakusa says, tears of his own streaming down his cheeks.

Atsumu laughs, wiping Sakusa's tears away. "Why are we even crying?" he asks. "I think we watched too much K-Drama," Sakusa replies, and they both laugh.

"God, Omi. You'll be my husband," Atsumu realizes. The tears stop and his eyes widen in shock. Sakusa blinks. "Tsumu?" he asks in concern.

Atsumu pulls back. "I'm going to be your husband! Oh my God!" Atsumu squeals, pressing his hands to his mouth as he screams into them. Sakusa watches the blonde conceal his screams of joy, grinning.

"Yeah. You are," Sakusa says, before grabbing Atsumu and planting his lips onto Atsumu's.

Their lips mesh together, and they fit, just like how they fit each other like jigsaw pieces.

They pull apart, and their foreheads meet again.

"I love you, Miya Atsumu," Sakusa whispers.

"I love you too, Sakusa Kiyoomi," Atsumu says.

Just like Sakusa's favourite I*ZONE song, their fairytale is now starting.

The Chaewon has rightfully been paired with her Eunbi for the rest of her life.

The Squidward has rightfully been situated next to Spongebob for the rest of his life.

The dark night has rightfully been lighted up by the burning fire.

The moon has rightfully been paired with the sun.

The coffee has rightfully been stirred with the sugar.

As the couple embrace each other under the lights of the Love Tree, the cold autumn sky gives way to tiny snowflakes, which fall and descend upon the Earth.

Just like before, they found their way back to each other's hearts.

But not only have they touched each other's hearts.

They have given each other their hearts.

And it would never have happened if a moody dark-haired male didn't get a cup of coffee made by a smiling blonde male.

THE END.

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