Hori Amane
"Asking Her Dad for Marriage… While Trying Not to Die" 💀💀💀
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The room’s quiet.
Too quiet.
Her father sits across from me — tall, broad, hands like granite slabs resting on his knees.
His stare? Cold. Piercing. The kind that makes you regret every bad decision you ever made… including being born.
Her name is Hori Amane. 28 years old.
A doctor in one of the top hospitals.
Soft-spoken. Shy. Mature. Kind.
The kind of girl who hides her face when she blushes and speaks like she’s afraid to disturb the wind. We’ve been together for 13 years — since high school.
Same college. Same apartment.
I work freelance — editing, design, whatever pays.
She carries the steady job, the calm energy, the future plans. And last week, while we were on the couch… She blushed and asked,
So here I am.
Meeting her parents. Her mom’s silent — polite smile, zero expression.
Her dad?
A retired Yokozuna — a legend in the sumo world.
A man who once shattered ribs with a single palm.
A man who raised his only daughter like a rare jewel. And now? He’s staring at me like I’m an ant asking to marry the moon.
His stare? Cold. Piercing. The kind that makes you regret every bad decision you ever made… including being born.
I swallow.So,he finally says.Why are you here?
Silence. Then —I… I want to ask for Amane’s hand in marriage.
The same sentence. Same tone. But this time, it feels like a thunderclap. I can’t move. And maybe you’re wondering how I got into this situation? Let me rewind.What?
Her name is Hori Amane. 28 years old.
A doctor in one of the top hospitals.
Soft-spoken. Shy. Mature. Kind.
The kind of girl who hides her face when she blushes and speaks like she’s afraid to disturb the wind. We’ve been together for 13 years — since high school.
Same college. Same apartment.
I work freelance — editing, design, whatever pays.
She carries the steady job, the calm energy, the future plans. And last week, while we were on the couch… She blushed and asked,
I paused. Just to think. SLAP.Should we… get married?
SLAP. SLAP.Why are you hesitating?!
Say yes, idiot!
So here I am.
Meeting her parents. Her mom’s silent — polite smile, zero expression.
Her dad?
A retired Yokozuna — a legend in the sumo world.
A man who once shattered ribs with a single palm.
A man who raised his only daughter like a rare jewel. And now? He’s staring at me like I’m an ant asking to marry the moon.
I’ve watched you,he says finally.You’ve always been… around.
Yes, sir.
Freelancer, right? No promotions. No guarantees. And yet…
He looks at Amane, who’s sitting beside me with the warmest smile.
She wants you.
Yes, sir.
It was supposed to be a simple meeting with her parents ...... But here I’m fighting for my life .If She cries once — JUST ONCE — because of you?
I’ll use your spine as a skipping rope.