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Yuuka’s heart was pounding. She was safe, no need to worry about protecting Anon from people he couldn’t fight. She defeated and evaded every adversary, including Yukari, that was trying to make Anon their prisoner. Surrounded by the flowers she grew with Anon, Yuuka could relax as much as she wanted in her own little garden until the day ended.

So why was her heart freaking out?!

Taking a deep breath, Yuuka turned away from the tengu. This was an opportunity to free Anon. Finally, all the planning between her, Mima, Alice, Marisa, Shinki, and everyone who wanted to free him would be realized. And yet, looking at Anon’s trusting face, there was a weed buried underneath it all. An embedded desire to confess right here and now, taking him back to her Mugenkan to lock him up in her bedroom forever and ever while he lavished her with comfort and care after everyone else feared her. It was ugly, and it kept Yuuka rooted in place. How easy it would be to break this temporary peace.

Reading the atmosphere, Anon broke the ice. “Yuuka, come on over. I’m not quite sure what’s going on with Aya anymore, but I know you’re tired. Let’s have a snack while we wait for everything to die down. I’ve still got those brownies.” As Anon rifled through his bag, Yuuka saw what grew behind him: Two dandelions ready to open. Cradled in a green bud, they would soon reveal their vibrant yellow petals for everyone to see what these hardy ‘weeds’ were worth… and it was time for Yuuka to do the same.

“You can put them away. I have something I want to give you instead.” One foot in front of the other, Yuuka solidified her resolve as she sat down next to Anon and opened her own bag. More girls had joined the shaking tengu to gawk. They didn’t matter. Yuuka had her chance, she was going to take it.

From her schoolbag, Yuuka took out a cutesy tin case embossed with sunflowers. “Y-You know, you’ve been pretty nice to me. Nicer than most people are. In this land where there’s a divide between the weak and strong, even between youkai, you never cared. You talked to me without being afraid, even after all I did to you. Even watering our plants when nobody else cared to, that just solidified it! So, j-just today, please accept my chocolate and my feelings!” Opening the shiny case revealed rows of shiny dark chocolate orbs.

Anon picked out two of them, then popped one into his mouth. He held the other out for Yuuka. Taking his offering, the nervous gardener tasted her own treat. Adding rum to mix brought out a rich and fruity flavor. Taking a moment to enjoy her own treat, she could see Anon had a big grin on his face. Her cheeks warmed up. He was enjoying this! If that’s the case, then it was her turn to make him blush! Stowing the case away, Yuuka grabbed Anon’s shoulders, and kissed him.
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DING DING DING!

A bell went off while the taste of Yuuka and her chocolate mixed in Anon’s mouth. It brought him back to reality, surrounded by a sea of angry, crying women. Before he could say anything, he felt something tighten around his left hand. A band of light enveloped his ring finger before dissipating into a golden ring. The same held true for Yuuka. The bell, the confessions, the weirdness… It all finally added up.

“Yuuka… are we married now?”

Somehow, Yuuka’s face went from tomato red to bell pepper red. “I-If you want to live with me, I wouldn’t mind. It would be nice having someone to garden with.” This was the woman who protected him from an entire school of youkai, shared her lunch with him, and offered him a chance to back out. The answer was obvious.

Placing a hand on her cheek, Anon gave Yuuka a chaste kiss on the lips. “I would love to be with you.”

A harsh light shone around Anon and Yuuka as the harrowing cries of hundreds of heartbroken youkai rang out simultaneously. It wasn’t a traditional wedding, but Anon couldn’t complain about his partner. When his vision came back, Anon found himself in front of a sunflower field at sunset. Yuuka was next to him, holding his hand tightly. She was back in her normal gingham dress. Anon, on the other hand, didn’t get the same treatment. He was still stuck in a dirty gakuran with sweaty gym clothes underneath in the same modified body.

Pointing to himself, he asked his new wife a question. “Is this going to be an issue?”

Yuuka looked back at him. She was still blushing, but her eyes shifted. They were intense. She grabbed him, held him close, and sniffed his collar deeply. “Not at all… Dear. Now, how about we head to our bed?”

“We’re going to ‘consummate’ our marriage, then?” For the first time today, Anon realized how fragile his young body would be compared to the conditioning he went through for over 20 years.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle~” Yuuka swept her husband into a carrying position, kissed him again, and carried him into their home.