One day, in the heat of the moment and overwhelmed by Miyano's cuteness, Sasaki suddenly blurted out his thoughts...
"Let's just get married already..."
"Wait... Did I say that out loud, Mya-chan?"
"U-uh yeah..." Miyano answered, flustered.
"Sorry, you can forget I said that," Sasaki said, averting his gaze. "I didn't mean to—"
"Shuumei-san, I would love to marry you one day," Miyano said, looking directly at him, his face scarlet.
'Wait, so he's thinking of forever,' Sasaki thought to himself, suddenly feeling giddy. Sasaki hid his face behind his hand.
"Sempai, are you okay?" Miyano asked, worried that his declaration had unsettled Sasaki.
"Mya-chan, I'm just so glad," Sasaki said, smiling at him.
'He's too damn adorable,' Sasaki thought.
"But really, let's forget about it for now..." Sasaki was dying of embarrassment and at the same time overwhelmed by Miyano's cuteness.
"R-right," Miyano said, equally embarrassed.
**1 YEAR LATER**
Miyano couldn't stop thinking about that day. He loved Sasaki with all his heart. He wanted to stay with him forever. Perhaps it was because he had read too much about marriage proposals that he decided to propose first.
'I mean, I've seen the uke propose first in bl... wait, that means I am the uke... But no! What if he's not ready?' Miyano was immersed in his thoughts in their shared bedroom.
"Yoshi-kun? Is something wrong?" Sasaki asked, emerging from the shower.
This snapped him out of his thoughts. "N-no."
"Are you sure? You look kind of worried. Did something happen? Did someone hurt you?" Sasaki said, cupping Miyano's face with both hands.
Miyano closed his eyes. 'He's so caring that it's melting my worries away.'
"Yoshi-kun?"
Miyano opened his eyes to Sasaki's worried face. "I'm really fine, Shuumei-san. I was just... thinking about whether to buy this new manga or not..."
"Ah, if you don't have money, then I can buy it for you," Sasaki said.
"Y-you don't have to," Miyano said. 'God, I hate lying to him...'
"Why not? You're my boyfriend and I want to spoil you," Sasaki said happily. 'I'm having this sudden urge to spoil him rotten.'
"No, don't spoil me too much," Miyano said. "If you spoil me too much, then I'll become dependent on you. And... I also want to be someone you can depend on, so..."
Miyano got cut off by Sasaki suddenly pecking his lips.
"W-wha... don't do this out of the blue when you're not w-wearing a shirt! I wasn't ready!" Miyano stammered.
"Sorry, you were being too sweet and I couldn't resist," Sasaki chuckled. "We've been dating for 5 years and you've seen me shirtless before, Mya-chan~"
"S-stop teasing me," Miyano whined.
"I'm not~" Sasaki teased.
"Say that after wearing a shirt," Miyano said, covering his face with his hands.
Sasaki put on a shirt and came over, sitting in front of him. He took Miyano's hands and kissed them gently.
"Mya-chan?" he said, leaning their foreheads against each other.
"Yes, Shuumei-san?"
"May I kiss you?"
"Of course."
Sasaki brought one of his hands up to Miyano's cheek and joined their lips together. Their lips danced against each other in a slow and passionate rhythm.
Without breaking apart, Sasaki lifted Miyano onto his lap, and Miyano wrapped his arms around his neck.
After a while, they broke apart, both panting and out of breath.
"My Mya-kun, I love you so much," Sasaki whispered against his ear.
"I love you too, Sempai."
Miyano had decided. 'Tomorrow. I'll definitely propose tomorrow.'
Miyano had been racking his brain the whole week, and he thought it was best if he proposed at home after a fancy dinner. However, Miyano wasn't skilled in the culinary arts, so he had Sasaki help him.
They were both having dinner wearing suits. Miyano was hoping to set the environment, and Sasaki complied without questioning him.
"We could've had a fancy dinner at a restaurant. I could've taken you there," Sasaki said, cutting his food in the room illuminated by candlelight.
"I wanted to have dinner with you. Just the two of us at home," Miyano said.
Sasaki needed a moment. He pressed his hands together. 'Mya-chan... he... he said "our home." He's so damn adorable in both thoughts and actions!'
"Shuumei-san?"
Sasaki reached out to touch his hand. "What did I do to deserve you..."
Miyano smiled at this. "I could ask you the same." I want to stay with you forever.
After dinner, they stood on the balcony admiring the city lights.
"Man, I wish we could see more stars in the sky. I really want to see the stars with you while lying on the ground," Sasaki said.
'Now's the perfect time,' Miyano thought, his heart thumping. He knelt down behind Sasaki, holding the box he had bought two weeks ago.
"Yoshi-kun, let's—" Sasaki's voice caught in his throat when he looked back.
Miyano looked directly into his eyes.
"Shuumei-san, when I first met you, I thought you were cool. Then, when you started showing interest in my manga preferences, I was so happy. I was so happy to talk to you about manga. I could never stop thinking about you. Although I realized it later, I fell for you. Being with you makes me really happy. I want to stay with you forever, a-and I can't imagine what tomorrow will be like without you. Shuumei-san... will you marry me?"
Sasaki fell to the ground and embraced Miyano.
"Sempai... are you crying?" Miyano didn't know what to do when he felt tears on his shoulders.
"No, I—yes. Yes, I'll marry you. I'm just so happy that I never want to let you go!"
Miyano wanted to cry too, but Sasaki spoke up. "Yoshi-kun, could you wait here for a moment?"
"Huh? Okay."
Sasaki rushed inside. After a moment, he came back and knelt in front of Miyano, holding a small box. "I was planning to propose to you this week, but you beat me to it," Sasaki chuckled.
"Yoshi-kun, I want to share all of your tomorrows. Will you marry me?"
Miyano couldn't hold back his tears. "Of course," he smiled at Sasaki and kissed him.
"I love you so much, Sempai," Miyano said after the kiss.
Sasaki brought his hand up to remove a strand of hair from Miyano's face. "I love you a lot too, my Mya-chan."
Note: It's already posted on Ao3. Just decided to post it here cuz I can never get enough of Sasamiya.
