Yuuji who grew up watching old films with his grandpa. Surprisingly, a lot of them were romance. Wasuke never really explained himself, so Yuuji had always assumed they must have been his grandmother's favorites. Many of these movies shaped his perception of the ideal person and relationship that would come with it.
Friends first, dating for a few years, and then getting married somewhere in their late 20's or early 30's. It felt like the absolute key to success, a way to ensure a happy relationship. His whole childhood he carried this belief as he watched the black and white films of happy couples moving into a quiet house in the suburbs and saying "I love you" every time their eyes met.
Because of this, Yuuji's never wanted to know what happened to his parents. He didn't want to think that maybe they were unhappy and left him with his grandfather because of it. He didn't want to believe they died so young even if they were happy. So he refused to think about it. Never entertained the idea.
And then, he meets a boy in a hospital right after his grandfather dies. He eats a finger, becomes the vessel to the most rotten curse known to man, and fights that very same curse to save the boy that started it all. Yuuji's life becomes so entirely flipped on its head that when it's all said and done, he's a bit disoriented.
By the time he's a second year, him and Megumi have already been dating for several months. And he couldn't be happier. A large part of him thinks this is it. Megumi is his person, his soulmate, the one he's meant to share the rest of his life with. They've walked through the fire of hell together and came back stronger than before. He can't imagine spending the rest of his life with anyone but Megumi.
However, there's that little voice of doubt. He doesn't acknowledge it at first. It's pretty easy to ignore when he's helping Megumi find his ground in the real world again, and when he starts thinking about his future outside of sorcery. Or, rather, how much of it will stay inside sorcery.
That little voice becomes overwhelming when they become third years. Surprisingly, it's Megumi who brings up marriage first. It wasn't much, just a small comment that was stated like a fact. The way Megumi approaches all things in life, really.
For Yuuji, the comment feels like the end of the world. Everything he felt he knew to be true growing up has shattered before his very eyes. And really, realistically, it's always been about timing. To Yuuji, timing meant everything as a kid.
The blue pill for his grandfather at dinner time. The yellow and white pills for breakfast. The green pill right before bed. His favorite TV show would turn on after school at 17:35 sharp. No earlier, no later. The hospital never let him stay past visiting hours, which always ended at 20:00 and no later than that. Yuuji had always grown up believing he would date his true love for four years before getting engaged. It was the sweet spot, the moment that ensured a happy life.
Yuuji's problem quickly became how to approach the topic with Megumi. A part of him knew that Megumi would understand; he always has. But there's that fear that drives him to silence, that makes him go uncharacteristically silent every time Nobara or Yuuta talked about marriage like it was a given fact.
In the end, Megumi has to drag it out of him one night. The moon was shining bright, spilling between the curtains, illuminating Megumi's face. He'd mentioned getting married, and Yuuji froze. A kind of reaction Megumi was looking for at this point.
He got Yuuji to explain. The fear, the timing, the movies. The desperate need for their future to be perfect, because he doesn't want anything less than for Megumi.
Of course, Megumi understood. Just like Yuuji knew. He quieted Yuuji's fears like balm on burning skin. Those kind eyes gleamed with the understanding of someone who knows you completely. That was all it took for Yuuji to collapse into his arms, finally releasing the burden from his shoulders.
It was Yuuji who proposed on their fourth anniversary. But it was Megumi who pulled him into a kiss at the altar.
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