For the most part, Tokiya concluded that he second-guessed most of his relationship with the wind wielder. Throughout high school, he was pretty sure (however he never admitted it out loud) they made a dynamic friendship, although anyone (including the Hokage) deemed otherwise. Though back then he wouldn't consider her relentlessly high-kicking him on air was really the way to start their day, he did consider their constant bickering endearing… and quite refreshing. He found out that he could not find someone with a glib of a tongue as hers, that or he just didn't want to look around since she had always somehow manage to materialize out of nowhere and only just her.
College, their friendship was more subdued. She stopped kicking shins, and only did so when the situation truly called for it. The opportunity never really came because once the situation did come he'd beat her into it and he'd start doing more than 'kicking shins'. She told him a number of times that it wasn't really necessary for him to skin every guy that dared linger their eyes at her, and she would ceremoniously whack him in the head for it. She never got the logic.
Right after graduation, they stayed behind the university taking their time walking around until finally settling on the long wooden bleachers overlooking the football field. She had wanted to settle on the grass, but he reasoned that he wouldn't want grass stains on his pants. They haven't spent a lot of time in this place in college, decided that testosterone levels got too high during their college bowl games, so this place shouldn't matter to them. Except this is where he stopped second-guessing himself and his relationship with Fuuko and just kissed her without reservations.
After that, he wasn't sure where they were going but after seven years, they still managed to get back here. It was a nice ride for the most part, and at this particular time and spot, looking at her eyes he knew that he didn't have the time to second-guess now. They were at the zenith of their ride, and she is not about to shack his safety belt and throw him out of the rollercoaster. No, he was taking him with her all the way.
He wasn't a romantic, which was unfortunate for a lot of people who liked to peer into their relationship. He took her out to fancy dinners, but he wasn't about to hire a quartet while they ate away. And now, he was about to propose to her without even having words to say. He would steal some verses from Shakespeare and she would never know, but that was too sappy for both of their liking. Plus, she was the kind of girl who doesn't like to stall. Always straight to the point. And he always gave her the point dead on.
He handed her the box, and he swore she couldn't get that sly grin off her face. They were seating at the same place where they first shared their kiss, and he just knew that any other place wouldn't fit better. She daintily took the Tiffany box, and God help him, his eyes widened out of fear when she shook the box.
She let out a laugh, "Relax, Mi-chan. You can't break a diamond." Well, at least she knew what she was in for. He always loved that she always knew where they were going, and not always second-guessing like he used to back then. He didn't think he could handle himself from wringing her neck if she said something like, 'Gasp, Mi-chan. What's this?' He thought he would just deadpan her that it's just a proposal ring. Nothing fancy.
She took her time tracing the box, and his nerves just started to bundle up. He didn't think she would take this long to relish in his anxiety.
"Open it." He demanded. She grinned.
"Well I don't know, I have to think about saying yes or no." Gods, she was going to be the death of him.
"Just open it." He rubbed his temple, feeling the pain creeping in his head. She only snickered and scooted over to him snuggly.
"See this is the reason why I'm thinking yes or no," she soothingly cuddled her nose to his ear before joshing, "You're not talking preliminary shit, and for a change I'd really like to see you make the effort."
He snuck a glare at her before squeezing his eyes shut to soothe the pain in his head. "What difference would it make? You'd just remember twenty percent of what I said and still said yes. Are you seriously trying to torture me?" he grumbled.
"I spent three thousand dollars on that ring."
"Yes. I love you."
One and a half year later, they got married.