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๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž
๐‘๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ
๐’๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐–๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐ž~ ๐Š๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฒ๐š๐ฆ๐š ๐“๐จ๐›๐ข๐จ
๐’๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐Š๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ~ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐Š๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ~ ๐€๐ค๐š๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ข๐ฃ๐ข
๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐Œ๐ž~ ๐Œ๐ข๐ฒ๐š ๐Ž๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ฎ
๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐ƒ๐จ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š ๐Œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐‹๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐…๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ~ ๐Œ๐ข๐ฒ๐š ๐Ž๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ฎ
๐’๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Œ๐ž ๐š ๐’๐จ๐ง๐ ~ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
๐‡๐š๐ง๐š๐ก๐š๐ค๐ข~ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐จ๐ฒ๐š ๐˜๐ฎ
๐ˆ ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐'๐ฏ๐ž ๐Š๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ~ ๐ˆ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข ๐‡๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž
๐“๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ~ ๐ˆ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข ๐‡๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž
๐”๐ง๐œ๐จ๐ง๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ~ ๐ˆ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข ๐‡๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‹๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐…๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ~ ๐Š๐จ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Š๐ž๐ง๐ฆ๐š
๐‚๐ก๐จ๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ~ ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐š๐›๐ฎ ๐Š๐ž๐ง๐ฃ๐ข๐ซ๐จ
๐•๐š๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ž'๐ฌ ๐ƒ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž~ ๐˜๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก๐ข ๐“๐š๐๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐€๐ง๐ญ๐ข-๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ~ ๐“๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐Š๐ž๐ข
๐๐š๐œ๐ค ๐…๐จ๐ซ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ~ ๐Œ๐ข๐ฒ๐š ๐€๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ
๐๐ž๐š๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ญ~ ๐’๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ซ๐š ๐ƒ๐š๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข
๐‹๐ฒ๐ซ๐ข๐œ ๐๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ค~ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ ๐“๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ% ๐’๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ž~ ๐Š๐ข๐ญ๐š ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ž
๐ˆ๐ง๐๐จ๐จ๐ซ ๐‚๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ž~ ๐€๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐“๐š๐ค๐š๐ง๐จ๐›๐ฎ
๐Ž๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐“๐จ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ~ ๐๐จ๐ค๐ฎ๐ญ๐จ ๐Š๐จ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ
๐‚๐ฎ๐๐๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ~ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐ฆ๐ข ๐€๐ค๐ข๐ซ๐š
ๆˆ‘็ˆฑไฝ ~ ๐„๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ญ๐š ๐‚๐ก๐ข๐ค๐š๐ซ๐š
๐‘๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐จ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ญ~ ๐“๐ž๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐˜๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข
๐ˆ๐ง๐ค~ ๐’๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ฌ๐š ๐Š๐ข๐ฒ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข
๐Ÿ• ๐Œ๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐‡๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ง~ ๐…๐ฎ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐œ๐ก๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ง๐ฃ๐ข
๐๐š๐›๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ~ ๐‡๐ข๐ง๐š๐ญ๐š ๐’๐ก๐จ๐ฒ๐จ
๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐–๐ž ๐–๐ข๐ง~ ๐“๐š๐ง๐š๐ค๐š ๐‘๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ง๐จ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ž
๐’๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ~ ๐˜๐š๐ค๐ฎ ๐Œ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ž
๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ~ ๐€๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ž ๐€๐ฌ๐š๐ก๐ข
๐ˆ๐๐จ๐ฅ~ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐Š๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐๐š๐›๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐–๐š๐ฒ~ ๐”๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐–๐š๐ค๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐Š๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐š๐ข๐ง~ ๐€๐ค๐š๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ข๐ฃ๐ข
๐†๐จ๐จ๐๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ~ ๐“๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐Š๐ž๐ข
๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐‹๐ข๐ค๐ž~ ๐˜๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก๐ข ๐“๐š๐๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐Œ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ~ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ ๐“๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
๐‡๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ~ ๐Š๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฒ๐š๐ฆ๐š ๐“๐จ๐›๐ข๐จ
๐€ ๐–๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ฐ ๐–๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐~ ๐€๐ค๐š๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ข๐ฃ๐ข
๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ง ๐Ž๐ฉ๐ž๐ง ๐ƒ๐จ๐จ๐ซ~ ๐๐จ๐ค๐ฎ๐ญ๐จ ๐Š๐จ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ
๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆ'๐ฏ๐ž ๐๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐‹๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐…๐จ๐ซ~ ๐’๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ฌ๐š ๐Š๐ข๐ฒ๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข
๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐›๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐–๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ~ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
๐Ž๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž~ ๐’๐ฎ๐ง๐š ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ
๐’๐จ ๐“๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž~ ๐Š๐จ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Š๐ž๐ง๐ฆ๐š
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‹๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐Œ๐ž๐ซ๐ฆ๐š๐ข๐~ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐Š๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐‹๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ž๐~ ๐Š๐ข๐ฒ๐จ๐ค๐จ ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ
๐“๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐~ ๐ˆ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข ๐‡๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž
๐ˆ๐œ๐ž ๐‚๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž~ ๐‡๐š๐ข๐›๐š ๐‹๐ž๐ฏ
๐ˆ๐ง ๐Œ๐ฒ ๐ƒ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฆ๐ฌ~ ๐Š๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฒ๐š๐ฆ๐š ๐“๐จ๐›๐ข๐จ
๐๐ข๐œ๐ค-๐”๐ฉ ๐‹๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ฌ~ ๐Ž๐ข๐ค๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ฎ
๐”๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ ~ ๐๐จ๐ค๐ฎ๐ญ๐จ ๐Š๐จ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐จ
๐“๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐€๐ง๐ฑ๐ข๐ž๐ญ๐ฒ~ ๐˜๐š๐œ๐ก๐ข ๐‡๐ข๐ญ๐จ๐ค๐š
๐Œ๐จ๐๐ž๐ฅ~ ๐€๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ž ๐€๐ฌ๐š๐ก๐ข
๐…๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ~ ๐Š๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ๐จ ๐“๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
๐๐จ๐ญ ๐€๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐’๐จ๐ง๐  ๐€๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž~ ๐“๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐Š๐ž๐ข
๐’๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ ๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐’๐จ๐ง๐ ~ ๐Š๐จ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ž ๐Š๐ž๐ง๐ฆ๐š
๐๐š๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐‘๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ~ ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐š ๐Š๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐ˆ'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ž ๐‡๐จ๐ฆ๐ž~ ๐ˆ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข ๐‡๐š๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž
๐’๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ ๐’๐š๐ง๐ญ๐š~ ๐”๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐–๐š๐ค๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐…๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž ๐’๐ค๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ~ ๐Š๐š๐ ๐ž๐ฒ๐š๐ฆ๐š ๐“๐จ๐›๐ข๐จ
๐Œ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐จ๐ž~ ๐˜๐š๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก๐ข ๐“๐š๐๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข
๐‚๐ก๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ ๐๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ~ ๐“๐ž๐ง๐๐จ ๐’๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข
๐‚๐ก๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ ๐Œ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ~ ๐€๐ค๐š๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข ๐Š๐ž๐ข๐ฃ๐ข
๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ค ๐๐จ๐ฐ~ ๐”๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฃ๐ข๐ฆ๐š ๐–๐š๐ค๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข

๐‚๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ซ๐ญ~ ๐’๐ž๐ฆ๐ข ๐„๐ข๐ญ๐š

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By SanasSunshine

·:*¨ ¨*:·.

╰─▸ ❝ @[ MUSICALMYA ] has
. . . . logged on
‗ ❍ [ concert ] ¡! ❞
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~In which Semi Eita brings his girlfriend up onstage with him

-She/Her
-TIME SKIP SPOILERS

Guide:
Y/N = Your Name
L/N = Last Name
H/C = Hair Colour
E/C = Eye Colour
N/N = Nickname

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"Oi, Eita, your girlfriend's here."

Semi Eita hurried over to his girlfriend, picking her up and spinning her around.

"Hi baby," Y/N said softly as she was put down.

Eita and Y/N had been going out ever since their first year of high school when they were both 17. They've officially been together for 10 years but they were both happy, both wanting to spend the rest of their lives together.

"Are you ready for your concert?" Y/N asked, beaming.
"I'm so ready. I've been waiting for this concert," he admitted, blushing.

See the thing is, even though Eita and Y/N had been dating since high school, they were actually childhood best friends.

"Semi, five minutes!" his band member warned.
"Got it!" he called back.

He gazed at his girlfriend for a while, thinking about how incredibly lucky he was.

"Eita, baby?"
"Hmm"
"You gotta go."
"Oh, right."

Y/N giggled at his idiocy and shooed him away.

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Semi's band was nearing the end of their concert and Y/N was still backstage, looking at her boyfriend with pride.

"Alright everyone, this is our last song!" Semi announced. "I need to dedicate it to someone special."

He looked over in your direction and looked eyes with you.

"This is my very best friend and my girlfriend, L/N Y/N, make some noise for her!" he grinned, running over to grab you.

She let him take her hand and lead her onto the stage, a bit shy.

"So as you all know, Y/N announced that we were dating around five years ago, but we've actually been together for ten years. So this song is for you, my Y/N," Semi smiled and grabbed an acoustic guitar.

Semi began playing their song. The song that had been with you for years.

The H/C haired girl laughed gleefully as the band continued to play and sing as he placed the guitar down to dance with her.

The audience watched as he spun her around, the two lost in their own little world, despite thousands of eyes watching them.

As the song came to an end, Semi pulled back, gazing at his girlfriend, yet again.

"Babe?" Y/N asked, confused.

Semi let out a shaky breath and glanced at their hands, fingers intertwined together.

"L/N Y/N, I have been in love with you ever since we were five years old. Of course, I never realized it until I was older but do you remember the promise I made you on February 25?"

Y/N was confused, glancing at her musician boyfriend.

"I told you that one day, I would marry you and we would spend the rest of our lives together. I told you that while this song was playing softly in the background. I remembered that song after all those years and I always purposely played it in the car in order to make it our song. I wanted to propose to you with this," he said, the last sentence more nervous than the others.

Once the crowd had an idea of what was going on, hundreds of people got their phones out at the same time that Semi went onto one knee.

"Y/N, my muse, my love, my everything, you've learned everything there is to learn about me. You were the only person who knew that I wanted to be a musician and you supported me the entire way through. That was the moment when I realized that I had fallen so in love with you, that if I didn't have you, I wouldn't want to be on this earth anymore. And so-"

Semi paused to take a deep breathe and pulled a box out of his pocket.

"I wanted to know, if you would be my muse for the rest for the rest of our lives together?"

Y/N was frozen onstage, taking it all in.

"N/N?" he asked, trying not to fall over from the nerves.

She nodded her head, tears falling out of her E/C eyes.

Semi stood up and instantly wrapped his arms around her as the crowd let out cheers.

The two could care less about the crowd as Semi placed the ring around her finger.

"You look so beautiful with it on," he whispered to her.
"This is your grandmother's, isn't it?" she asked.
"She gave it to me when I turned 16. I think she knew that you were the one," he laughed quietly.
"She's amazing," the girl whispered to her fiancé. "I love you, Semi Eita. So so much."
"I love you more than all the stars in the sky. You're mine and I'm yours, forever and ever," he promised.

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"SEMI-SEMI, YOU DID IT!"

The girl's head shot up in surprise.

"Is that...?"

Semi nodded as the Shiratorizawa volleyball team from his third year ran onto the stage.

"I always knew they were going to be married!" Tendō announced proudly.
"Congratulation Semi, L/N, I hope you two have a wonderful future together," Ushijima said, smiling the slightest bit.
"Our manager and the pinch server," Goshiki beamed.
"Well, I was the setter until SOMEONE replaced me!" Semi argued.

The concert was over and Y/N and Eita were sitting on the stage. At least until Semi had one last surprise for the girl; their old volleyball team. Y/N had taken on the role of manager for the team and she did it proudly.

"Shirabu would be here if he could, but he had a patient to deal with," Ōhira explained, chuckling a bit.
"He just had to go and become a doctor, didn't he?" Y/N asked, giggling a bit. "He puts us all to shame."
"I'm the captain of a number one division in Japan AND the captain of the Japan Male Volleyball Olympic Team," Ushijima pointed out. "Want to try again?"
"Oh Wakatoshi-kun, you never change," Tendō smiled.
"It's not a bad thing, is it?" Ushijima asked his boyfriend, confused.

Ushijima and Tendō had started dating earlier that year, shocking the old team.

"I think those two are next," Y/N whispered, cheerfully.
"Make sure to throw Tendō the bouquet at our wedding then," Semi said, grinning happily.

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Mya Speaks:
SO SEMI SEMI

HELLO, I LOVE HIM AND I KINDA LOVE THIS (?)

I've written a lot of marriage proposals, okay?

ALSO, I STARTED WATCHING KUROKO NO BASUKE (the English name is Kuroko's Basketball but the Japanese name sounds cooler)

OKAY, I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED *cough cough* -VSCOBESS0N

SEE YOU TOMORROW!!

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