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Silas stood in front of the door to one of the sparring rooms. Inside, grunts of exertion paired with heavy thuds on the floor as the two soldiers inside trained together.
“Alright, you can do this. It’s easy. You made a whole list of stuff to do with your best friend before. You probably didn’t even need to write a script for this…” He takes a deep breath.
“Well, here goes nothing.” He then freezes. “What if he’s not in the room? What if he… Silas, get a hold of yourself. You. Can. Do. This.”
He opens the door, seeing Kaze and a recruit inside. He relaxes, relieved that this was the right room. Then he nearly gasps, seeing that Kaze was fighting shirtless with the recruit. He hoped that he didn’t go red, looking away. Kaze then manages to catch the recruit off guard, stopping his foot just short of the young soldier’s neck.
“...Good match. I hope it helped.”
“Thank you, Kaze!” The soldier bows, then he and Kaze begin to dress themselves. That’s when Kaze notices Silas.
“Ah, Silas. Did you come to spar? I’m assuming you want to use the practice swords. You don’t strike me as the hand-to-hand type.” The soldier exits.
“Oh, n-no practicing right now.” He stops, and mumbles to himself, trying relax his breathing. I’ve been practicing saying this for a while. “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.”
“Oh?” Kaze begins, inquisitive. “Does it have to do with what you’ve been practicing?” He stands with his arms cross as usual, fully clothed. He holds his circlet in his right hand.
Silas freezes, then he tries to stammer out a reply. “I-I uh… How did you-?”
“A ninja needs to have good ears. You’re a pretty bad ninja if you run into a guard because you didn’t hear their footsteps.”
Silas sighs, looking down at his feet. “Well… You caught me. I’ve been… trying to figure things out.” He moves his eyes back to Kaze.
“‘Things’?”
Silas stops. In his head, he goes through three thoughts racing through his mind. What if I’m rejected? What if he hates me for this? What if ENOUGH WITH THE ‘WHAT IFS!’ He closes his eyes, and looks serious and determined as he says,
“I think I’m in love.” He breathes through his nose, keeping his solid composure.
“Ah… Who’s the lucky girl?” Kaze puts his circlet on, eyes serious as ever.
“That’s the thing… I’m not in love with a girl.” Silas finds himself losing his composure.
“Well, lucky guy then?”
Silas then releases a loud sigh of relief. He relaxes, then looks to the side.
“...It’s you.”
“...I see.” Kaze closes his eyes.
“Sorry if this is sudden, or if it makes you uncomfortable, I just… Really needed to get this off my chest. And I understand if you don’t feel the same way, I can leave you alone if you want that-”
“Silas.”
“Y-Yes?”
Kaze opens his eyes, smiling.
“I feel the same way.”
“You do?! That’s great! I… I’m really glad to hear that.”
“This might be sudden too, but… I was planning for something like this too.” His face goes serious.
“You were?” Silas raises a brow slightly.
“Yes… This is probably too much too handle, but I have to say it too…” Kaze goes to his bag tucked in the corner of the room. He pulls out a small box.
“Kaze, is that…?”
“Yes.” Kaze opens the box, revealing a silver ring. “Silas… Will you marry me?”
“Yes, yes! I can’t believe this… This is the best day of my life!” Silas smiles wide, blushing.
“And it’s the best day of mine.” Kaze gives the ring to Silas, putting it gently on his left hand, holding it. He then holds Silas right hand, finding himself moving forward.
“Kaze…”
Silas puts his right hand in Kaze’s hair. Their heads move closer to each other, then their lips meet.
“...I love you.”
“...And I love you.”