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The warm breeze carried the soft rustling of leaves, the sun casting golden light over a sprawling field of clovers. The air smelled fresh, tinged with the delicate sweetness of wildflowers that had begun to bloom at the edges of the field. You and Haru stood amidst the sea of green, the world around you hushed, as if nature itself had paused to listen to the words neither of you had spoken yet.
Haru had been leading you on one of his spontaneous adventures, dragging you away from the Jabberwock house under the pretext of “urgent business.” But in reality, he had no particular destination in mind—only the desire to spend time with you, away from the weight of responsibilities and the never-ending work that usually consumed his days.
As you wandered through the field, Haru suddenly knelt down, his gloved fingers sifting through the clovers. His expression was unusually serious, his normally playful demeanor subdued as he searched for something hidden among the leaves. You watched him curiously, tilting your head.
“Haru? What are you doing?” you asked, stepping closer.
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, a small triumphant smile spread across his lips as he plucked a tiny clover from the ground and held it up for you to see. It had four perfect leaves, a rare find—a symbol of luck and fortune.
“Here,” he said, extending it toward you. “One in a million. Just like you.”
Your heart gave a sudden, startled thump in your chest. The way he said it, so effortlessly, so naturally—it made warmth rise to your cheeks. You hesitated before taking the delicate clover from his gloved hand, cradling it between your fingers as if it were something fragile and precious.
Haru watched you with a soft gaze, his ever-present smile carrying something deeper this time. “I wish you happy days,” he murmured, his voice quieter than usual, lacking its usual teasing edge. “No hardships. No loneliness. Not as long as I’m here.”
The sincerity in his words caught you off guard, made your breath hitch. You felt something swell in your chest, an emotion so full it was almost overwhelming. Without thinking, the words tumbled from your lips before you could stop them.
“This feels like a wedding proposal.”
Silence.
Your eyes widened in horror at your own words. Your hands flew up to cover your mouth, as if you could somehow take them back. Heat rushed to your face, the embarrassment so intense you thought you might just melt into the earth.
For a moment, Haru simply stared at you, frozen. Then, to your surprise, a soft chuckle escaped him. It wasn’t mocking, nor was it dismissive. It was warm—genuine.
“What if it really is?” he asked, his voice laced with something unreadable, something tender.
Your breath caught. He was looking at you now, really looking at you—not as the ever-cheerful Haru who dragged people into his antics, not as the tireless captain who took on more than he should, but simply as a man standing before you, offering you a piece of his heart in the form of a tiny, four-leaf clover.
A moment stretched between you, a heartbeat suspended in time. And then, slowly, you smiled.
“Then I’m glad to spend my life with you.”
Haru’s eyes widened slightly before his expression softened, his smile curving into something almost vulnerable. For the first time, he looked as though he had found something he hadn’t even realized he was searching for.
He reached out, gently tucking the clover behind your ear, his gloved fingers lingering against your skin.
“Then I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, his forehead lightly pressing against yours. “For as long as you’ll have me.”
The wind carried the sound of rustling leaves and distant birdsong, but all you could hear was the steady rhythm of your own heart, beating in time with his.
In that golden field of clovers, surrounded by the quiet beauty of nature, you knew—this moment, this feeling, was luck beyond measure.
The two of you sat together, the field embracing you in its warmth, the sky above painted in soft hues of orange and lavender as the sun began to dip. Haru, ever the lighthearted one, leaned back onto his elbows, gazing up at the sky with a peaceful expression. You sat beside him, the four-leaf clover still delicately placed behind your ear.
“You know,” Haru mused, his voice carrying a hint of laughter, “I think this is the first time in a long while that I’ve felt… at ease.”
You turned your head toward him, curiosity evident in your gaze. “Really?”
He nodded, shifting slightly so that he was facing you again. “Being captain of the Jabberwock house… it’s a lot. I’ve always had to be the one keeping everything together. Making sure everything is running smoothly, making sure people and anomalies don’t lose their way.” His voice softened. “But with you… I don’t have to do any of that. With you, I can just… be.”
The weight of his words settled in your chest, heavy with unspoken emotion. Haru, who always seemed so full of energy, so tirelessly dedicated to his work, had never shown this side of himself before. The side that longed for rest, for comfort—
For love.
You reached out, hesitating for only a second before taking his hand in yours. His fingers curled around yours instinctively, as if they had always belonged there.
“I want you to have that,” you murmured. “A place where you can be at peace.”
He let out a small breath, almost like a laugh, but there was no humor in it—only gratitude, only warmth. He squeezed your hand, his grip firm yet gentle.
“I think I already found it,” he admitted, tilting his head slightly. “And it’s with you.”
Your heart swelled, the setting sun casting golden light across the both of you as the field of clovers swayed in the evening breeze. In that quiet moment, as the world around you stood still, you realized—
You weren’t just lucky.
You were home.
As night fell, the stars blinked to life above you, scattered across the sky like a blessing. Haru stretched, letting out a yawn, before turning his gaze toward you once more.
“Should we head back?” he asked, though there was no real urgency in his voice.
You hesitated, reluctant to leave the peacefulness of the moment. But then Haru stood and extended his hand toward you. “Come on,” he said with a grin, “I think we have plenty of adventures left to go on. And now… we do them together.”
You took his hand, feeling the warmth of his grip, and let him pull you up. As you walked hand in hand toward the horizon, you knew that wherever you went, as long as Haru was beside you, you’d never walk alone again.
But as you reached the edge of the field, he suddenly stopped, pulling you back gently. Haru glanced over his shoulder, his smile turning softer, more contemplative.
“One more thing,” he murmured. Without warning, he cupped your cheek, pressing a light kiss against your forehead. “For good luck,” he teased, though the emotion behind it ran far deeper.
Your fingers brushed over the clover behind your ear as you smiled up at him, your heart filled with something that could never be just luck—something rare, something true.
Something like love.