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🍎 A Proposal | Mitsuri x Y/N 🍡

After grabbing as many bowls of food they could hold, the two made their way outside. Y/N was very curious about this strange lady. What kind of person invites a thief who's been stealing their food for a chat? "I guess really friendly people do that." Y/N thought.

A pond, along with a bench appeared, after they took a few turns. The two sat down, and immediately, Mitsuri dug in. Y/N did the same a moment later.

The taste of the richly seasoned, warm noodles hit their tastebuds, and Y/N let out a sigh of delight. This lady sure knew how to cook! They hungrily scooped up more noodles, until they finished the bowl. Then they grabbed another, and then another...

Y/N and Mitsuri had finished between 30-40 bowls of ramen. And now, the two were moving onto mochi.

"Hey, Mitsuri-San? You mentioned you wanted to talk to me about something?" Y/N prompted. They might as well find out what the kind lady wanted to say to them before they run out the entire supply of food.

Mitsuri froze, thinking for a moment. "Oh, yes I did! I'm so sorry to keep you waiting!" She squealed, a blush of embarrassment spreading across her face.

Y/N smiled, holding back a laugh from her antics. "No worries! Besides, I couldn't resist the ramen. Did you cook it yourself?"

Mitsuri nodded rapidly, her blush growing. "Yes I did! I wasn't too sure of how it came out, but I'm so glad you enjoyed it!" She stated, a big grin on her face. Y/N felt all warm and happy inside when Mitsuri smiled at them. "Must be the ramen. Some of it was pretty spicy."

"I saw your backflip. It was so amazing, you have such great balance!" Mitsuri's high pitched voice awoke Y/N from her thoughts. Now Y/N was the one who blushed. "You think so?" Y/N asked, rubbing the back of their neck. Mitsuri nodded enthusiastically.

"Since you told me you don't have a job to help support yourself, and you have amazing flexibility, I was wondering if I could offer you a job! Well, it's sort of a job." Mitsuri stated, as she began to consume more mochi.

Y/N felt their eyes grow wide. "A job? A real, paying job?" Tears began to form in their eyes, threatening to spill out. "I wouldn't have to steal again, I could get my own house," Thoughts of hope raced through Y/N's mind. Mitsuri noticed her tears and began to panic. "Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry Y/N-San! I didn't mean to make you cry, you don't need to accept if you don't want to!" Mitsuri quickly said, putting a hand on Y/N's shoulder. She began scrambling to find a tissue or napkin before hands wrapped around her stomach.

Y/N hugged Mitsuri tight, thanking her over and over again as tears spilled down her face. Mitsuri paused, her insides warming up. "KYAAAA! YOURE WELCOME!" She practically yelled, hugging Y/N back even tighter. Y/N and Mitsuri finally seperated after a few more moments, and Mitsuri handed Y/N a bowl of mochi.

"In the meantime, you can stay with me! I have plenty of food!" Mitsuri stated, putting her hands on her hips in a proud stance. Y/N giggled at the sight. "Of course." And it was true. Y/N didn't have any other place she'd rather be in, if it wasn't with Mitsuri.