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If anyone told Sakusa Kiyoomi of Itachiyama Academy that he would ever be sitting in the grass making flower crowns, he’d immediately call them insane.

Yet here he is, less than 10 years out of his high school career, doing exactly that.

“Dad!” His concentration is broken by that voice he never fails to turn to. “Look what Mom made me!”

Your daughter is running toward him, you trailing behind. He holds his arms out for her, but she doesn’t crash into his chest as she is apt to do. Instead, she holds up a ring of flowers. “Look down!” She demands of her dad.

Omi smiles softly, lowering his head. His daughter crowns him with the flowers - crookedly, off-centered as hell, but with the most adorable smile showing off her dimples. Her curly pigtails make him smiler wider. She settles comfortably in his lap as you take a seat beside them.

If anyone had told him that he’d let a child with dirt all over her dress put a load of grass and flowers on his head, more than voluntarily, he wouldn’t have believed them. He’s come to learn that the mess is just part of being human, so it’s not such a big deal anymore.

Besides, this is his baby girl. Nothing can take that fact away from him.

If they had told him he’d marry someone like you, he would laugh in scorn.

But here, now? This is all he ever wants. Your hair flutters gently in the wind as he watches. You’re so beautiful. Even in the most mundane moments like this, he’s stunned by you.

“Give me your hand?” He fiddles one last time with the flowers in his hand. “I don’t have this specific skill set, so all you get is a ring.”

He starts sliding it on whichever finger will fit when your daughter pipes in: “Dad, you have to say, ‘Will you marry me?’”

Kiyoomi pauses and looks at her. “We’re already married, sweetie.”

“But you can’t put her ring on until you ask!”

Not one to ever deny his daughter’s wishes, Kiyoomi starts again. “____,” he says in a dramatic tone. Shakespearean and overdone, he asks once again, “Will you marry me?”