Considerations Suna Rintarou x Asano Kura
Day 2 of Yumenikah : Ring
—Kura takes a lot of things too seriously, including when explaining why she prefers a certain style of ring. At times like that, Suna doesn't hesitate to stop his future wife from going on to the deep end.
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Notes: *Takes place after engagement, before wedding
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Kura said she doesn’t want an intricate ring for their wedding.
“It’s a waste of money and resources. I don’t particularly mind about jewels, and besides, something intricate and with big jewels might break or chip off in your line of work, Rintarou, unless you intend to wear it as a pendant or even put it away, and I understand if you need to do that.”
She rambles on and on about the design they’ll need to pick, something Suna recognizes she does whenever she’s worried about something. He just gazes at her with his usual deadpan, humming along a few times as he shifted his position on the sofa times and times again.
It’s not that he doesn’t care, but these, right here, are two of Kura’s biggest vices: overthinking and overanalyzing.
“A model that emphasizes its jewel also tends to have small details, details which are, in my opinion, add the same depth to the design as a carved ring.”
So he needs to stop her now.
“Then, considering the economics—”
“Nope, stop right there.” Suna cups her cheeks until she stops talking. “Stop thinking too much.”
Kura struggles against his hand, looking up at him unamused. “Lhet mhe gho.”
“Not if you still insist on telling me the pros and cons of the rings we’ll need to choose,” he says.
She sighs. “Fhinee! I whon't.”
Suna finally releases his grip on Kura, and the woman sighs as she flops back on their living room couch, leaving the television in front of them unwatched. After all, it’s currently playing again Suna’s last match which she already watched live, so she already knows how it went. EJP Raijin won, of course.
“We’ll get something inconspicuous, I agree and I understand your concerns. As for the price, I’ll handle it,” he muses, leaning on her head. “Just stop thinking about it too much. You’re tiring yourself out.”
Kura scrunches her face for a second and sighs again. “You’re right … I need to calm down a bit ….”
The man chuckles and moves to see Kura’s face. “So, when should we go?”
“I’ll check again for the opening schedule,” she says, “but first, well, I’ll need to measure my ring size. I’ve seen how to do it yourself so it won’t take long.”
But before she can stand up from the couch, Suna picks up her left hand first and leans towards her, and brings it to his lips.
“No need,” he says before kissing the base of her ring finger. “I already know your ring size.”
Kura blushes. “W-wha—”
He tilts his head and grins against her finger. “What?”
“N-nothing …. “ Kura swallows her curiosity and looks away, while Suna reminisces the few times he measures her ring finger while she was asleep on his lap. It took a few times since Kura is a light sleeper, but he knows her size quite accurately now, and seeing her flustered face was worth the hassle.
“S-so!” Kura tries to move away from the topic and Suna’s grip. “Um, I’ll just check on the website to see what selection they offer ….”
But the man doesn’t let her go and instead takes the chance to tease her.
“No no no, Kura. Don’t you wanna ask how I know?” He leans towards her even more, cornering her on the sofa.
“I don’t need to know! I-I’m sure you’re just … a psychic or something ….” She glances away, her face starting to get red from imagining how attentive he must be to get her measurements.
Suna chuckles. Even after all this time, Kura is still easily embarrassed by any amount of affection. And he loves it. He loves the way she’s able to convey a lot of emotions when he pressed the right button—and he always does.
He wraps his arms around her before cooing in a rare gentle voice. “Don’t be embarrassed like that, future Suna-san~”
“R-RINTAROU! STOP IT!”
Kura tries to move away from his embrace, but eventually fails and just resigns to her fate of being hugged by Suna Rintarou.
In the end, they went out and get a pair of rings, one similar to the other, simply engraved with a set of woven vines and small, unobtrusive diamonds on hers, that went around in an unbroken circle; a symbol of growing and endless love, the employee said.
At that time, Suna glances to see his future wife’s reaction upon seeing the ring wrapped around her finger perfectly—and feeling glad she still has the same shine in them as the day he bought her that pair of earrings.