Nearly a decade of bliss.
Granted, he and Miharu certainly had their ups and downs: between his hyperactivity and her take-no-shit attitude, they did butt heads several times along the way. Hayama’d end up far too high in the clouds and become overbearing while she’d be grounded and shaking her head; he was known for not taking things seriously when needed, and sometimes he’d fail to read her emotions and needs. He couldn’t see very deep into anything and that put a strain on their relationship.
Aside from that, schooling was certainly another factor that caused friction. She had graduated before he did and went off to Tokyo for law school, and the year before his own graduation was a very lonesome one. Going down to seeing Miharu only about once or twice a week made him restless, but he was determined, and the distance only made their meetings all the more sweeter. Over the years that he traveled to see her and eventually moved into her apartment, he had come to the realization that he never wanted to spend a moment of his life without her.
So, ten years later, with him settled into his teaching career and she her prosecutor role, Hayama finally decided that it was time to tie the knot.
He’d been speaking to Reo for months to ask for advice about how to propose. The other man was ecstatic about the opportunity to help with such a sweet and tender event, so he was more than willing to say what he thought, and the raijuu took everything to heart.
It had to be meaningful. Something that she’d like. Make the evening about her.
Even his students at Rakuzan picked up on his anxiety, and throughout the days preceding the proposal, they’d questioned enough to squeeze an answer out of him. Some of them squealed excitedly and some even laughed as he ended up tinting red from sheepish embarrassment; the students had offered so much support and enthusiasm that he canceled their homework for that night, especially since he had to mentally prepare himself for the most important question of his life.
Hayama got home early enough that night to cook a dinner of her favorite kimchi, making sure to add everything she liked. The little table was set for two and he poured a drink that he thought she enjoyed most, and everything was situated for the moment she got home. Everything nice, everything neat. Anxiety clawed its way through him while the last few details were fixed, just waiting for her to come through the door, but he had to hide it. He couldn’t let her see how nervous he was, otherwise his cover would be blown, so he sucked in a breath to calm down his jittery self.