[At first it feels like some dream he had long, long ago about being loved enough someone would stay with him. Komaeda blinks, eyes locked on the ring. It's a creepy thing but follows the themes tied to him. His vision blurs and he shuts his eyes. Oddly, he's reminded of that incredible stew of Hanamura's had once. The sense of warmth and home, and Hope colliding in his chest. He wipes at his eyes and holds up his hands.]

Sorry, sorry, I'm not upset! It's a lot to take in and I, I feel a bit like i found the hope I was seeking all this time.

[Maybe his luck isn't that bad. He can hope for that right? Slowly he takes the ring and turns it over, wiping at his eyes a second time. It slides on rather easily, made to fit him perfectly. He stares for a moment at it before looking to Hinata with a shaky tone in his voice. This is overwhelming. It's too much and some part of him wants to run.]

When you suggest an idea like that, how could I take it any other way? So, yes, Hajime I'll be yours, always. [He rubs at his eyes again as he adds, a touch playful.] That means you better tell me if Izuru has any trouble.

I'll accept that name but not Nagitou. That's just embarrassing! You're terrible at puns.