You stood behind your childhood friend with a smile.

He shuffles uncomfortably before finally turning around on his spinning chair.

"You've been standing there-"He stops.

He stares up at you with wide eyes and mouth hung open.

Instead of being in your guard uniform, you're in a wedding dress. Complete with a tiara on top of your head.

"Remember when we were kids? When we used to play husband and wife?" You tilted your head in thought, a memory resurfacing.

♡••Flashback••♡

"Hi sweety. I'm home." Nine year old you called as you climbed into the tree fort.

Ten year old Samon stiffens up at the pet name. "W-welcome home honey." He stutters.

You giggle softly.

"I went and got us some groceries." Of course to your child selves, groceries is really just looking through your cabinets and fridge for snacks.

Samon guides seven year old Mao to a box decorated as a play pin.

"I hate this nya."

You two ignored the 'babies' grumble and opened up the basket of snacks.

"I got apple sauce for our little baby." You smile, holding up the small container of apple sauce and a plastic spoon.

Mao just gives you a weird look. Probably praying that you're not actually gonna spoon feed you.

Before you could even approach your pretend baby, Samon grabs you arm.

"He can starve." He simply states.

He grabs the snack and spoon before opening it.

"Say ah." He holds up the spoon with a bit of apple sauce on it.

You blush before smiling brightly.

"You're such a romantic Samon. Feeding your wife."

♡••End••♡

You look back down at your childhood friend with a smile.

"I always thought you and I would get married."

Samon tensed with a blush. "O-oh yeah?"

You giggle softly. "What about you?"

Samon shuffles awkwardly.

To be honest, over the years he's never once thought about the acting you guys did as kids. Even when he did it was awk and didn't like to think about it.

He met your gaze once more and felt his heart sink.

Your eyes glossed, looking like you're gonna cry.

'Crap.' He thought.

'I'm hesitating.'

"I never thought of us like that." He says slowly.

Your frown deepens and this time, tears prick the corner of your eyes.

He then continues on in a hurry, "BUT-But...you do look pretty in that wedding dress. I...I'd be lucky to marry you." He turns around, gulping loudly as his face burns red.

A moment passes and he finds himself clomped up in your arms.

"I can't wait til our wedding day." You smile happily.

'Idiot. We're not even dating.' He thought with a blush.

'But...Marrying you is exciting." He hugged back, burying his face into the crook of your neck to hide his blush.

I hope this was fluffy enough...I don't really do fluffy. The only fluffy thoughts I get is with Mao-kun and Macbeth.

Eh, I hope this is okay 😅

Also sorry bout the pic. Not really a fluffy pic but eh I made me laugh 😂😂😂