Misaki could taste guilt in his tongue; it may have been for the best if he had just pushed his curiosity aside and just waited for Saruhiko to show up, and perhaps then they would have been able to decide on what to do with the little envelope, and what it had inside. Together—so that’s what they meant with richer and poorer, except Misaki was getting poorer with words and actions, and rather richer with what to do’s.
“Sorry…” he muttered, his head slightly hung down, in such tone he thought Saruhiko would hardly hear; he wished he would have raised his voice though, because it didn’t stop Saruhiko from taking action and as soon as he registered his movements, desperation climbed up his throat as he voiced out, louder, but quicker, “Wait—“ But watching as Saruhiko didn’t move any further than the room they were in put his heart back in rhythm, even if eye-contact was still absent and everything Misaki was able to catch, for the few seconds it lasted, was just a glimpse of his disheveled hair.
He saw him recover a small box from where he supposed was one of the many drawers the counter consisted of, and his next words were all what was left to make the ginger’s eyes widen as a spark of something lit them, although with the uncertainty still present, and not enough light for the rest of his senses to rest, but it was enough for him to take cautious steps towards the piece of furniture, and seeing Saruhiko pushing the object towards him —ever so gently, he had to add— was enough to bring some serenity back. The second present declaration still had its upside-downs; Misaki bet, whatever it was, was a billion times better than what had started the whole confrontation, and the only present he’d want… but he chose not to comment on it.
Unblinking eyes never dared to divert from the attention the little box was calling for, the redhead however indulged in taking a moment to glance at Saruhiko —he wasn’t sure the shade on his velvety skin was different or the dim-lighted room was inconveniently playing its tricks. “Saru…” He paused. Several seconds filled with silence, until his mind told him what to do. And then, Misaki carefully got his hands on the gift, Saruhiko’s gift, and damn if he didn’t feel a rush of heat flooding his cheeks and neck along with a slight tickling on his arms.
Saruhiko had gotten him something, a gift, as he himself had addressed it, and if such declaration didn’t give it away, its obvious appearance did. So innocent, so simple yet bewitching, resting between his fingers, and its size fighting to be noticed, and to be as alluring and more than the clearly bigger one that lied on the floor.
So—Saruhiko wanted to be the first? —… almost made Misaki let a silent reminder to compensate the loss after they were done with the day cling to the back of his head.
He was even more careful with the bow, taking his time to undo it
… and when he was done, he opened it—
It was a small gift box that was fully covered in a soft, black velvety texture that seemed to glow; and oh did the box itself add to the cost of the present, but Saruhiko really couldn’t resist. Partly because it was nice to the touch, and mostly because.. It reminded him of the black coat that Misaki loved to wear, dark and honestly intimidating but somehow.. So warm to the touch it only serves to draw him in futher. Of course, the process of picking the present had been painfully embarrassing, not to mention how he’d had to measure sizes dead in the night when he was sure his King was completely knocked out with lethargy.. And, well, when Misaki undid the neat bow atop of the little black box, he’d find himself staring right at-
Well, a ring. Though the box was designed to hold two, the smaller of the two had been removed, leaving only the ring with a sapphire fitted into its frame. The ruby one now rest safely against his chest, held there by a thin silver chain that the bartender had been hiding out of sight in his uniform. It’s the only reason why he’d had to keep his buttons up for the entire week, too- He’d prepared the gift days in advance, of course. And to think he could still miss his.. Chance..
Oh well. He could get over even that now, the thought briefly crossed Saruhiko’s mind as he heard his King lift the present from the counter top. Tempted to bury himself further out of sight, Saruhiko stayed with one knee on the ground, his face bowed to hide himself from Misaki, the burning heat on his cheeks only worsening with every silent second that passed.. Along with the wordless buzz that rang in his ears, no doubt a by-product of all the blood rushing through his veins.
Maybe he should’ve prepared a speech- or rather, he did try to formulate some words together into a coherent something, but nothing’s coming out of his trembling lips now.. Because Saruhiko found himself quite tongue-tied this very moment. Yes, exactly because yes, rings present in this manner in a situation of this magnitude can only mean one thing- like- l-l-like in the form of a proposal or some sort, but honestly, Saruhiko very much just want to dive out of the bar and run as far as he could at this moment..
But.. Here they are, and Misaki’s still here, so there’s really no way he could bring himself to.. Run. Away from this. Away from what he’d told himself he needed to do.
So, when the ringing in his ears finally got too unbearable, the brunette finally cleared his throat, and choked out, "I uh- Uhm.." Cutting himself off to take a deep breath, still keeping majority of his face hidden from view because- just becase, Saruhiko cleared his throat before he continued. "I don’t.. I don’t want to come across as w-wanting to tie you down or anything- I just.. Just.. Well.."
"R-ring are just a.. Physical reminder for others to respect the- the fact that we’re.. Uh.. Taken." Really not quite the way he planned to deliver this, but something was driving him to carry on, and so the brunette did. "I mean, I didn’t think we.. Needed to prove anything to each other, I know I don’t need you to but- …… But it seems like the people around us do, so..” Fingers finding their way to the ring that hung warm against his chest, a little beneath his clavicles, Saruhiko finally raised his head, slowly but steadily.. Ignoring the burning warmth on his cheeks that was threatening to swallow him whole.
"What I’m trying to say is.. Will you.. Accept it? Accept my.. Reminder?"
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