[Tim looked delighted when Majima unfurled a handmade scarf, made out of soft yarn in that particular dark red color that he liked to wear so much, the one that he and Majima seemed to have unanimously decided looked good on him. If he noticed the mistakes in the knit, he didn't make any outward appearance of it, just wrapped it around his neck and pressed his face into the fabric.]
[Then Majima's down on one knee, and even though Tim had been expecting this, the sight of it still hit him like a kick to the chest. He was talking and Tim was listening, he really was, and everything that Majima was saying to him was wonderful and sweet and lovely, but he'd told himself that he was, under no circumstances, to start crying like a jackass in the middle of his proposal. For one thing, it was probably very rude, and for another, it would interrupt him and Tim didn't want him to have to stop just because he couldn't keep it together. But also, god, his whole face felt hot and his chest felt tight and he might just actually burst before his boyfriend-- fiancé?-- finished speaking.]
[He managed, barely, holding onto the knit scarf like it was a lifeline, fingers digging into the soft yarn. Hold it together, Tim, you absolute goober.]
[Will you marry me?]
Yes!
[It came out of him in a burst, like the word had been barely contained and was finally breaking free. He dropped down to his knees with Majima and threw his arms around him, pulling him into a hug and oh, okay, his face definitely felt wet, that was fine. Cue the stupid, dumbass waterworks, Tim was being Emotional again.]
Yes, yes, yes, of course, I'll marry you.
[He just had to be careful not to squeeze too hard, or else he might have a squished fiancé.]
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Date: 2020-03-10 02:23 am (UTC)[Tim looked delighted when Majima unfurled a handmade scarf, made out of soft yarn in that particular dark red color that he liked to wear so much, the one that he and Majima seemed to have unanimously decided looked good on him. If he noticed the mistakes in the knit, he didn't make any outward appearance of it, just wrapped it around his neck and pressed his face into the fabric.]
[Then Majima's down on one knee, and even though Tim had been expecting this, the sight of it still hit him like a kick to the chest. He was talking and Tim was listening, he really was, and everything that Majima was saying to him was wonderful and sweet and lovely, but he'd told himself that he was, under no circumstances, to start crying like a jackass in the middle of his proposal. For one thing, it was probably very rude, and for another, it would interrupt him and Tim didn't want him to have to stop just because he couldn't keep it together. But also, god, his whole face felt hot and his chest felt tight and he might just actually burst before his boyfriend-- fiancé?-- finished speaking.]
[He managed, barely, holding onto the knit scarf like it was a lifeline, fingers digging into the soft yarn. Hold it together, Tim, you absolute goober.]
[Will you marry me?]
Yes!
[It came out of him in a burst, like the word had been barely contained and was finally breaking free. He dropped down to his knees with Majima and threw his arms around him, pulling him into a hug and oh, okay, his face definitely felt wet, that was fine. Cue the stupid, dumbass waterworks, Tim was being Emotional again.]
Yes, yes, yes, of course, I'll marry you.
[He just had to be careful not to squeeze too hard, or else he might have a squished fiancé.]
Oh, my god. Gorō, I love you.