Oh my goodness, I’m learning so many new Arima ships. Of course you may ask! Bring it!
“Still sleepy?” Kiyoko grins at Arima. The evening sun filters through the streets of Tokyo, and she recognizes it as the type of scene Arima loves, the kind that helps him forget the gore of last night’s mission.
Arima laughs in response. Lat night she found him out of breath and disoriented. She know’s he’s dying, and still she enjoys his company. Kiyoko is stronger than all the Special Investigator men put together, and, to his endless delight, she knows it.
Kiyoko grabs his hands, and he knows the surprise in his pocket is right, even if he’s half in the grave.
“I have something to show you,” he murmurs.
“Lead on.” Kiyoko raises an eyebrow. There are no other men she’d follow without question.
He leads her to a small shop named Sakura’s. The perfume of roses and lilies nestles around them. There are tulips blooming on the floor and ivy crawling up the walls, and a fountain in the center.
Kiyoko chuckles. “It’s like the paradise I dreamed of as a girl.”
“Did you dream of any other paradise?”
Kiyoko turns around to see Arima down on one knee, holding out a sparkling diamond ring.
He doesn’t dare breathe. She should be smart and refuse, because there’s pain in the future. But not only pain, so still he hopes.
“Well, you are a smooth one, Kishou.” Kiyoko holds out her hand, and he dares to slip the ring on.
“Thank you,” he rasps.
“Thank you, you romantic nincompoop.” Kiyoko plants a kiss on his lips.
“Hurrah!” Hirako Take jumps out from behind the counter. Hairu’s behind him, snapping pictures, and Koori Ui holds champagne.
Kiyoko throws her head back and laughs. “Are you serious?”
“Too much?”
“I can’t have too much of you.” Kiyoko smiles slyly. “But since the owners clearly agreed to let you stage this, I think it’s only fair if we buy wedding flowers here.”
She’s so efficient. Arima marvels. “I can’t wait to see what you choose.”
With her, he believes the impossible. He believes life can begin even as if ends.