This was happening!

Settling back into his seat, Seiji let out an almost shaking sigh. He was doing it, he was really doing it. He'd mustered up his courage, faced his inner doubts about himself, and had finally set into motion plans that would have an every lasting impact upon his life. The ghoul he loved more then anything else in their dark and spooky world was going to be his wife. It was something he'd thought about often, something that he'd known he'd wanted for ages, but just hadn't thought the time was right for asking.

Now? Maybe it wasn't an ideal time, Junko was so busy lately.. But maybe that was part of this. Maybe they needed this little boost to help rekindle the warm embers of their affection back into the heated spark it had been for so long.

The nervous smile faded a little, and he brought a hand up to touch lips still sticky with the sweet, clinging taste of whatever gloss Junko had been wearing when she'd given him a goodbye kiss on the platform.

Two weeks away from her. Not just busy, but separated by miles. Jack, he was going to miss her. It wasn't the same on campus. Even when they couldn't spend time together, they still talked, still passed each other in the halls and around the school. It wasn't ideal, but was certainly better then nothing. And he'd been going out more. He was trying to put the past behind him and not let his worries rule him as they had after Red's death.

He was still ashamed of that. Of hermitting himself away in his room for those months. Scared of.. well, everything. Scared for himself, for his friends, for Junko. Unwilling to face the possibility that he could lose some he cared about, and that they might not come back.

Red's death had been a very sobering incident for the ghost, but in it's way, it had helped Seiji realize what was important to him, and what he had to do to keep it.

The train was gathering speed now, and absently the ghost stared past the scenery that flew past his window. He wasn't really seeing it, lost in his own thoughts. He'd made up his mind about asking Junko to marry him, but he still hadn't figured out how, beyond the basic mechanics.

He was debating on whether he wanted to try to plan out something grand and romantic, or if he should just drop down on one knee the second he see her again when he got home. Honestly, he was sort of leaning towards the latter. Unsure if he had the patients to wait.

Either way, he had two weeks to plan.

The timing was perfect, their anniversary was quickly approaching, and-

"Oh Jack damnit, no!"

The undead woman sitting across the aisle from him gave him a nasty look, and the boil ducked his head, apologizing for the out burst while he wrestled his phone out of his pocket.

"You've got to be kidding me, I can't be this dense." Or maybe he was. The phone's screen flashed to life, and boil's glowing eyes snapped up to the date. The groan that followed earned him another disgruntled look, but he ignored it this time, too busy smothering his own face with his palm.

He'd known their anniversary was coming, but between planning his trip, and the nervous weight of the proposal looming over him, well...? "Oh Seiji, you suuuck."

He was going to be gone for Scarentines.. For their anniversary!

Best. Boilfriend. Ever.

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The days had seemed to fly by, and faster then he'd been expecting, the ghost boil found himself once again slouching down in his seat upon yet another train. This time however there had only been his mother to send him off with a hug and a last word of luck. There had been no lingering kisses(thank jack), and no clinging candy flavored sweetness to coat his lips.

He sighed, happy to be heading back to school, to Junko. They'd talked some, mostly texted, but Seiji missed her.

For what felt like the hundredth time he fished a small, velvet box out of his pocket and flipped it open, gazing at the ring within. It was simple, but elegant. Something he knew she'd love, but wouldn't be too flashy. IVintage, classy. After coming up with, and discarding, a dozen or so different ways to ask her, he'd finally settled on letting it all be spontaneous. Fully aware that that meant he'd probably ask her the first moment they were alone together.

Bppzzt.. We'll be arriving at the next station in ten minutes. Thank you for riding with us today, have a fabulously horrible day!..bbppzzt