“do you think bengo'd take you out to either this really nice place you two've been meaning to try?? come home with flowers, a rose in his teeth as he pours on the smolder?? after dinner, maybe he takes you dancing, either in an open field or in a ballroom??? granted he ends up just. swaying back and forth with you slowly for the most part, but by the end of it he sits you down on a chair or a conveniently placed stump and gets down on one knee and goes on this whole heartfelt tangent about how you’re the love of his life, and how he couldn't imagine a day without you by his side...how you're his other half and then he pulls out the ring and there’s this flash of vulnerability on his face, hes beyond nervous, but he shakily asks you if you'll marry him and fuckign god just get a room already”
WHOOPS?? THIS TURNED OUT LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BUT HERE’S A BENGOSHI PROPOSING FOR @2bruza, GET A FUCKIGN ROOM BOTH OF YOU, GO D,
He feeds you over the table, at first, eventually moving so that he's sitting next to you towards the end of your meal together...
"try this, dearest," and then he moves so that he's leaning over the table and has a hand underneath it to catch any excess, then pretends that you have something on your mouth afterwords, kissing the corner of your mouth and making a soft comment on how handsome you look tonight before pulling away.
Later on in the car, you’ve got your hand on his thigh, dancing dangerously close to his crotch and he fixes you with a look that says ‘later’ and ‘behave’- but there’s no bite to it. The smile on his face is teasing, knowing, and he jokingly squeezes his thighs together to crush your hand and laughs, bright and loud, when you let out a yelp.
He's tried to propose like five separate times but you keep??? teasing him??? and how else is he supposed to respond other than just dicking you down?? sometimes you two only just make it to the car, others you guys just fuck in a bathroom stall or in an alleyway and when you're both done the ring sits in his chest pocket heavily, reminding him of what he still needs to do... but tonight? tonight he's dead set on doing this. You'll get yours (ideally) when his ring is on your finger and he can call you his finance. His in mind, body, and soul.
So then the two of you get to the dancing spot. He's either rented out this ballroom for tonight or found this really gorgeous open field where he can put some music on his phone and then just slow dance with you, holding you close and basking in your shared warmth... the two of you just sway together, and he compliments you on how lovely you look under the moonlight, like this...or under the dimmed lights of the ballroom, if you prefer, but nothing could ever compare to how utterly perfect and ethereal you look, in his arms like this. He also totally teases you when you hide your face in his chest- chuckling warmly and pressing a loving kiss to the top of your head, maybe petting your hair a little bit... after awhile, he gently spins the two of you around and guides you to a chair or a stump or just moves you so that you're sitting down.
He swallows nervously, fumbling for the box that potentially holds both your futures inside it and he can feel his heart about to burst out of his chest? He licks his lips, finding his mouth suddenly very, very dry, and looks up at you- his expression a mixture of bashfulness, longing, something hopeful and above all else, a look of pure vulnerability. He's laying his heart bare for you, as he gently opens the box, spilling his innermost thoughts to you. how much he loves you, how scared he was he was going to lose you- the best thing that ever happened to him- the love of his life...how he cant imagine a life without you, or spending the rest of this one with anyone else... he's choking up a little bit and has to pause to wipe at his eyes, because no matter what universe this is, its karamatsu, and he's a fuckign emotional mess first and foremost.
But when he hears you utter yes, he's full on bawling. he's smiling so wide his face hurts and he's absolutely gonna mess up that nice suit he rented for tonight but god its so fucking worth it. you’re worth it. He can barely contain himself as he throws his arms around you and picks you up, spinning the two of you around a few more times while he laughs breathlessly, as if he cant believe this is actually happening. He's dreamed of this moment more times than he'd like to admit, and he has to anchor himself to you to assure himself that, yes, this is real, you're in his arms and you’re here and you’re his and he's such a hot mess, please kiss him.
He's openly crying now, some horrible, gross mix between laughing and sobbing and fuck he's so caught up in the moment he almost crumples to the ground the second your lips touch his. He shakily guides you either towards a nearby tree or to a wall or just. whatever surface nearby and available and he pins you there, holding the both of you up against it while he laughs breathlessly in between kisses...he's so happy he can barely function and he's gonna be riding this high for a solid week, he knows it.
At this point, you're both just crying and holding each other and he's trying to kiss away your tears but he's just getting his tears on you and god it’s such a mess?? But its a warm, happy, mushy gushy mess and he wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now.
