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Fuyuko never particularly liked the topic of love, she didn't particularly hate it either. She wasn't like those girls who was in search for a potential boyfriend or a girlfriend, in fact, she can't even be bothered to think about it. Love just exists, just like happiness and sadness, it comes naturally. So, the girl won't bother searching for it, and rather leave it be till it finds its way to her. Then again, this was her thought process on the topic of romantic love. Afterall, love comes in different forms.

Unconditional love, was something she was fond of. Unlike the romantic type, she found something so soothing and warm with this specific type of love. Then again, Fuyuko believes that it's because of the people she associated it with—that she found comfort in it. Her beloved mother and dear brother are the only lucky ones to receive it after all. She wouldn't leave them for the world, and she was sure they loved her back just the much.

Hence it had her thinking. That maybe, the thought of romantic love was not that bad. She believes that just like the unconditional kind, as long as she finds the right person, the romantic kind would be just as beautiful. That doesn't mean she was to rush into finding it though—no, she will wait patiently till she genuinely feels the same kind of warmth she gets from her family, except this time, from an outsider. Fuyuko waited, and waited, for fifteen years till she finally found that warmth.

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Miya Osamu, unlike Rairakku Fuyuko was not someone who thought of things deeply. Love was not an exception. He was more of an experimental, going along with the flow type when it comes to love.

The boy had found girls that piqued his Interest before, and got into relationships with them as well—wanting to see how things would work out. He had his fun times, and he had found comfort in some of them—but none of them lasted too long. His longest was a girl he started dating in his second year of junior high, breaking up a little after a year of dating.

Sure, Osamu felt hurt during the break ups, but the hurt itself never lasted long. Hence often times he wondered if love was that important in life.

That was before he encountered the girl with pale lavender hair and deep lavender eyes. She piqued his interest just like those other girls he'd dated—yet unlike before, what he felt towards her was a bit different. He had admitted before, that he wouldn't mind dating her. He really doesn't mind.

But do I like 'er in a romantic sense?

That was something he often found asking himself. For some reason, this question was more important to him considering he doesn't have the slightest idea of whether she liked him back. At the moment he did not care if she liked him or not, instead he was concerned whether he felt genuinely towards her. He confused himself, wondering why his thought process was like that when one day, he found the answer.

I don' wanna lie to 'er...

If he was to ask her out, he first needed to sort out his feelings. He didn't want to lie to himself, and definitely not to her by getting into a half-aced relationship. Because, he didn't want the relationship with her to end up like his past ones. He realized.

I don' wanna hurt or lose 'er...

Honestly if that wasn't love, he didn't know what it was, but he still had his doubts. Hence, he was determined to sort out his feelings—and for that, he needed more alone time with the girl herself. 

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Fuyuko opened her front door, coming face to face—face to chest with her date. The girl carefully observed the simple outfit Osamu wore, him doing the same silently without another word.

"Oh, is that your date?" A women's voice from inside broke the silence, snapping the two from checking each other out.

Osamu momentarily panicked in his mind, eyes widening when a woman of Fuyuko's height appeared behind the said girl. Honestly, had it been another situation, Osamu would've never thought the two were related. After all, except for a few facial feminine similarities, Fuyuko's mother looked the total opposite with her short raven black hair and soft brown eyes.

Most of 'er genes must've come from 'er dad...

"Why are you two standing there staring at each other?" The women asked with a sly smirk, glancing from Fuyuko to Osamu, and repeating.

She caught us- this's embarrassin'...

Fuyuko huffed out a soft breath, playfully rolling her half-lidded eyes while Osamu averted his eyes from the amused women, a barely noticeable pink hue apparent in his face.

"What's your name dear?" The dark-haired women questioned, the sly look not disappearing.

Osamu slightly straightened up, making direct eye contact with brown. "Miya Osamu, ma'am." His answer came tensely, making Fuyuko hide her amused chuckle behind her hand while her mother's eyes softened.

"Well Osamu-kun, I'm Rairakku Nanami. Just Nanami is fine." The women who is now identified as Nanami introduced with a bright close eyed smile, only to have her eyes open with a mischievous glint. "Or if you prefer, I don't mind you calling me mom either~"

"You're making him feel uncomfortable, mom." Fuyuko mumbled out, crouching down to tie up the laces of her black combat shoes. The lavender head stood up, glancing back to her mother from over her shoulder. "I'll be back later." She softly voiced, getting a hold of Osamu's wrist to tug him away from her home.

The sound of a giggle reached them from behind. "Don't be out too late and make sure to have lots of fun!" Osamu glanced back over his shoulder to see the women waving at them, before his eyes moved towards the light red hue apparent on Fuyuko's cheek visible to him.

It didn't fail to make him chuckle. "Yer mom seems cool." He commented, watching amusingly as the red tint darken.

"Yeah, sometimes I wonder how we're related." The girl mumbled out, bottom lip lightly tugging out as she glanced back to him, only then realizing their hands. "Oh, sorry."

Osamu only smiled, feeling her grip losing its hold—only for him to take her hand into his own. Her eyes widened, flickering to his own as their fingers entwined. "I can't have my date gettin' lost now, can I?"

Fukuyo's gaze lowered, her other hand tightly gripping on her bag strap as she flushed even more. "I guess not." Her whisper barely reached his ears, quite amused with her flustered view.

"Y'know... yer cute when ya blush like that." Osamu laughed, his deep voice sounding so fine that Fuyuko thought she would've evaporated in the blazing summer heat.

"Osa-chin..." Fuyuko called out softly, lightly tugging heir entwined hands. The grey head glanced down to see her peering up at him with a light frown, her cheeks red. "I hate you."

"Eh?" Osamu froze, watching as Fuyuko avert her eyes away from him, softly biting down on her bottom lip.

"I hate that you can make me feel this way." Her soft murmur was heard with their approximate, instantly sending butterflies through his tummy while a red painted his cheeks. The tables had been turned with a single sentence—the male was left flustered and shocked to silence. "Where are we headed first?" The girl casually asked, as if she didn't just hint towards something.

Osamu was left to gape at her. "Ya just changed the topic y'know, just like that- y'know what I'm not even gonna bother..."

Fuyuko huffed out a light breathy laugh, eyes crinkling at the edges as she glanced back to Osamu. "It's better not to Osa-chin, but it had you thinking didn't it?" Her lopsided small smile held a glint of mischief to it, the grey head getting only a brief glimpse of it before Fuyuko tugged at his hand. "So where are we headed?"

And just like that, the topic changed yet again...

Osamu could only sigh, a hopeless smile gracing his features as they strolled to the less lively direction of town, entwined hands swinging in between. "Let's walk around for a bit, I wanna get to know more bout ya." His suggestion had the girl humming.

"Yeah that's not a bad idea... Going to a movie theatre or a fancy restaurant sounds cliché, so we can figure out something along the way... right?" Fuyuko glanced to the male, only seeing him nod with a stiff smile.

I was actually thinkin' of goin' to the movies or somethin'...

It didn't take long for the two to end up near the beach—well it didn't feel long with them holding their conversation. Which involved a lot of Atsumu slander mind you.

"Come to think of it, they're holdin' some kinda event for summer..." Osamu trailed off, staring off to a distance where a hand-built maze-like place was seen. "Water gun war... It says."

As if he was waiting for Osamu to notice it, a brunette walked up to him. "Hey, if it isn' Osamu-senpai!"

Fuyuko's eyes flickered to Osamu. "You know him?" She wondered out loud, gaining the said boy's attention.

"Oh! Rairakku-senpai is 'ere too! Nice to meetcha ' senpai!" The boy enthusiastically greeted with a bow, his chocolate brown chin length straight hair moving along with his actions.

Fuyuko blinked, before a soft smile graced her face. "You too..."

"Haruka Fushiguro, he's a first year at Inarizaki." Osamu introduced. "A volleyball fan."

Haruka raised his head, brown eyes glinting with excitement as he flashes a bright toothy grin. "Actually, ya guys are right on time! The next water war match is startin' but we're lackin' members right now. Do ya both mind? Joinin' our team?!" The boy clenched his fists pumping them up and down due to his excitement as he waited for their response, gaining a sweat drop from Osamu.

Fuyuko's fee hand tugged on Osamu's sleeve as she tiptoed to get to his height—and ultimately failed. Hence Osamu did her the favor of lowering his head just so she could whisper into his ear. "Do you want to try it out?" She softly asked.

Osamu turned his head, coming face to face and leaving little to no space in between them. "Do ya wanna?" He asked in a low voice, gaining a nod from the said girl. Her eyes holding a tint of excitement.

Osamu smiled, finding the girls actions endearing as he turned back to the boy who was eagerly waiting for their answer. "We'll play."

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"Do we have to change?" Fuyuko questioned bluntly, staring at the swimsuit selling booth nearby with a hint of distaste and a bit of panic.

Osamu raised a brow at the girl's odd expression. "Ya don' like swimsuits? Yer clothes will get wet if ya play in those y'know." He reminded, making her eye twitch.

"It's not that I dislike it. I just don't want to change right now." The lavender head voiced, before finally turning to the grey head. "You can go change Osa-chin, but I'm playing in these clothes."

Osamu and Fuyuko held each other's eyes, before the male let out an amused chuckle. "I don' like the idea of yer date clothes gettin' wet." He started, making the girl avert her eyes away with a small frown. The sight only causing his smile to widen. "But why not?"

His companion blinked, taken aback as she glanced back to the male. "You sure? You don't mind my clothes getting wet?"

Her curious question was answered with a sly smirk—reminding Fuyuko of Atsumu a bit too much that she internally winced. "No, I mind."

Fuyuko's brows furrowed. "What? then-" She was silenced with a forehead flick, making her hold the sore spot with a small grunt of pain. "Ow..."

"If we're doin' this in clothes, then we're winnin' this without gettin' wet." Osamu declared, making Fuyuko's eyes snap open.

"We?"

"Yes we." Osamu specified with the very same sly smile. "No one's splashin' ya on my watch."

Fuyuko was left to lightly gape at him. "You do know my noodle limbs can never keep up with you... right?"

Her questioned was left unanswered as Osamu softly grabbed her wrist, leading her to the entrance of the maze-like place. "Let's win this!"

And that's how Fuyuko found herself getting dragged around by the grey head, just barely surviving. "Osa-chin! He's catching up!" Fuyuko called out, glancing behind only to lower her head as the male with a red armband shot water at them.

Osamu cursed under his breath, making a sharp turn down another path before diving behind huge stacked crates. The red team member chasing him stopped a bit away from the wooden boxes, confused with the disappearance of the two blue team members. "Huh? Where'd they g-" Osamu ruthlessly shot at him, watching with dead eyes as the male sank to his knees, with a dramatic yell of defeat.

Osamu took a moment to relax his back against the huge wooden box, panting heavily. "That... was close."

Now imagine if Osamu—the actual athlete had been that tired, how tired the unathletic Fuyuko would've been. She was absolutely famished as she pathetically heaved to get back her breath, her forehead on Osamu's shoulder from her position on her knees in between the male's legs. Hands shakily fisted on his chest while the male had his left hand around her thin waist.

The lavender head moved her hands to Osamu's shoulders, lifting her head to stare down as the male was forced to stare up. His breath hitched when his eyes met her tired lidded ones, lightly gasping as beads of sweat glistened on her forehead. Her bangs a bit messy as the ponytail fell over her shoulders, caging it around their faces as if providing a curtain. "Osa-chin..." The girl breathed out tiredly, just about to give up when Osamu covered her eyes with his right hand, the water gun now forgotten next to him. "Osa-chin?"

He breathed out, leaning forward almost in a daze as he brought his lips closer to the girl's own—until they were mere centimeters apart. The male felt her soft breaths on his face, and mere seconds away from contact they heard someone running to their direction.

Osamu instantly backed off, cursing under his breath as he slipped away from Fuyuko—helping her stand up and picking up the gun. They waited silently, the grey head positioning to shoot at the next person to turn the corner.

The moment a teen girl turned, Osamu shot, making everyone pause in a brief silence. "WHAT THE FUCK MAN I'M ON YER SIDE!" True to her words, Fuyuko and Osamu saw a loose blue cloth wrapped around her neck, sweat dropping while the girl continued to curse the grey head.

"Oh sorry." Osamu mumbled bluntly, gaining a popped nerve from the girl.

Fuyuko awkwardly chuckled, silently wrapping her fingers around Osamu's wrist to drag him to the other direction. Wanting to escape the situation.

"We're down to two people per team!"

The announcement reached their ears, making Fuyuko pale and pause on her step. "No way..."

Osamu snorted, amused. "Looks like we're the last ones standin'."

Fuyuko deadpanned. "Don't make it sound like we're in some horror game. There are two others on the other team remember?" She glanced around, cautiously.

The male shrugged, him too moving his gaze around despite the nonchalance in his tome. "They could've been serial killers in this game y'know, pretendin' makes it interestin'."

"I- okay... let's hope we don't die then."

Osamu smirked. "Don' worry, I'll protect ya with my last breath." Fuyuko froze, staring at him with a dead gaze. "I'm sorry I take that back- that was cringe." Osamu grimaced.

Fuyuko averted her gaze to a side with a look of disappointment. "I expected this from Atsu-chin... I guess living with him does things to people."

Osamu paled. "Don' ya dare compare me to that shit."

The girl only let out a low chuckle in response. "We'll you both are identical twins after all."

The two continued to walk around the maze, before they turned to a huge open space with huge boxes. They're surrounding was quiet, indicating no apparent danger. For Fuyuko though, the silence just gave her a bad feeling, and her instincts were proven right when they heard something shuffle from their right.

Osamu was the first one to act though, swiftly moving to stand in front of the girl to shoot at the person running straight to them. The only problem was that his gun shot a small amount of water that didn't even reach the other male before completely running out of ammo.

"Shit!" The boy cursed, turning back to push Fuyuko away, knowing that without a weapon both of them were as good as dead. "FUYU RUN!"

The lavender head watched with wide eyes, as Osamu was splashed with water, that too to the back of his head.

Our date...

"RUN!" His shout ripped through her distracted mind, and the girl instantly sprinted down another hallway, the other team member chasing right after her.

She didn't know how, but she miraculously lost the male, and hid behind another box. Catching her breath as she remembered back to Osamu's sacrifice.

Osa-chin didn't change his clothes because I didn't change mine even when he didn't want our clothes to get wet... but his ended up getting wet because of me...

With another deep breath, Fuyuko closed her eyes.

"Wow, you have got good ears on you Rairakku-chan. To have been blessed with the perfect pitch... It is wonderful!"

She shook off her past memories, intently concentrating on the sounds surrounding her.

For him... Even if I have to tire myself out... I'll win.

she heard the laughter of children splashing in the water from a distance, registering the sound of waves and the smell of the sea. She mainly concentrated on the pair of steps rushing past the box she hid behind. Listing as it disappears into a distance.

So, one of them just ran to the right... If I remember correctly, there is an intersection of hallways after a right—the direction that person went to.

She heard another pair of steps coming from her left, towards the hallway she was currently in. The steps a bit light and more hesitant compared to the ones before. She couldn't help the small smile that tugged her lips, eyes slowly opening with a calculative glint.

Found you.

She abruptly stood up, kicking the box she hid behind towards the middle of the hallway before sprinting down the right path.

"HEY! WAIT! HAKUTO-KUN!!" A female's voice shouted from the back, taking a bit of her time to rush around the mess created by the contents of the box, which happened to be small rocks.

Fuyuko already knew that though. She moved completely on adrenaline, taking a right and towards the intersection she took note of before—fully aware of the two enclosing from behind and front.

The moment she made it to the intersection, she didn't hesitate to turn a left before coming to a dead halt. "Bahahaha!! I gotcha now!!" With a feral looking grin, the boy didn't hesitate to aim to her head, shooting just as his teammate rounded the corner behind Fuyuko.

The lavender head dived forward, making Hakuto miss his target completely and taking out the girl behind. "AH!! NO WAY HAKUTO-KUN!!"

Fuyuko on the other hand, didn't give much time for the so called Hakuto to regroup. She did a half assed clumsy cartwheel, pushing off her hand to deliver a kick to the male's water gun—kicking it out of his hand in his moment of shock. Honestly, no one expected that.

"I- wow I gotta admit, that was so fuckin' cool pretty girl." Hakuto commented, only forced to watch Fuyuko stand up, his own water gun ruthlessly pointed at him—right in-between his brows.

"Thanks." Fuyuko muttered, lightly gasping to catch her breath as she maintained distance from the male.

This is the final showdown... From what I collected; I'm assuming this guy is nimble on his feet. Meaning if I miss my first shot, he can easily disarm me... In that case...

Fuyuko smiled, eyes opening fully to look straight into his eyes. "It was nice playing with you, but I'm avenging Osa-chin." She shot, and as expected, Hakuto moved to a side to avoid it. Despite his efforts though, he still got shot much to his shock, making him stare at the girl with wide eyes.

I swear she was aiming at my head just a second ago... Did she just...

Hakuto looked down at his chest, right where his heart was supposed to be. "Did ya change yer aim last second?"

Fuyuko continued to smile, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "I had a feeling you were going to at least try and dodge it." Her soft voice had him relaxing with an amused laugh.

"Damn we've terrible luck runnin' into a smartass."

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The protagonist met up with Osamu, who had his jacket off. A white towel rested around his neck, letting it absorb the now slow water droplets leaving the tips of his dyed grey hair.

"I didn' know ya had it in ya to pull off a stunt like that Fuyu." Osamu comments just as she gets within earshot.

The girl in response blinked at him with furrowed brows. "How did you..." She trailed off, seeing the big television placed above the ice-cream booth, showing multiple hallways of the maze she had just been in. "Oh... It's nothing much really... I just used to be very active before."

Osamu raised a single brow. "Ya? Active? Hard to believe." He scoffed, only to gain a pinch on his arm by the lavender head.

"Shush now. Just because I'm inactive now doesn't mean I was always like this." Her voice was low as always, sounding soft as if it was a lullaby singing him to sleep. Osamu liked it, her voice. It calmed him, and took away all of this tension's and problems.

The male softly slapped her hand, making sure to be gentle as he did so despite the pain her pinch caused. "Ouch! Girl ya have some mean finger power!"

Fuyuko shrugged with a soft smile. "Comes with being a musician I guess."

Osamu could only narrow his eyes at her nonchalance. "'s that why yer hands are so pretty?" He wondered out loud without much of a thought, completely catching the girl off guard.

"Wha..." A bright red hue tainted her pale cheeks, heat reaching her neck and ears as well. She was quick to slip off the towel around Osamu's neck, swiftly using it to dry the male's hair, still feeling flustered. "You should learn to properly dry your hair..." Fuyuko murmured, voice lower than before due to her embarrassment.

Her grey head companion only laughed, fully enjoying the cute expression on the girls otherwise nonchalant features. Inwardly complimenting himself for being the cause of it. "So ya get shy with compliments huh." His voice was filled with pure amusement, still looking up at the girl from his seat on the tool—the only reason being why she effortlessly reached his height.

He admits, it felt nice being taken care of, especially when the girl was being so gentle and careful with him. It had him feeling a certain way and unconsciously leaning into her touch. Fuyuko obviously noticed, but only smiled in response, running her fingers through the male's grey locks when she deemed it dry enough. "Your hair is soft..." Her mummer barely reached his ears, making him raise a brow.

The grey head smoothly moved a lock of her bangs behind her ear, running his fingers along the rest till it slipped away at the end. "Says ya."

Fuyuko's chuckle, stepping back to discreetly glance toward the ice cream parlor. "Wanna get some ice-cream?"

"Sure, why not?"

Not too long afterwards, both of them found themselves occupying an outdoor table near the beach, small buckets of ice-cream in their hands. "Yer kiddin' me?" Osamu let out, staring at Fuyuko with a loose jaw and wide eyes. "Yer allergic to sea food?!"

I gotta take note just in case I decide to make her somethin'.

Fuyuko merely nodded with a small smile, biting into another large scoop of ice-cream from her spoon—making him wince and wonder how she could do that in the first place. "Yeah, but that's not all. I dislike things like pizza's, burgers and other fast foods made in restaurants." She voices out as if it was the most normal thing there was.

To say Osamu was surprised would be an understatement. "How the hell did ya survive for this long? On what?!!" Yeah, never did he meet someone with an appetite like her that's for sure.

"It's not that surprising you know." Fuyuko murmured with a soft smile. "I get enough energy from sugary food and caffeine."

Osamu once again spared her a wide-eyed look. "Ya like coffee?"

"Yeah with a couple sugar cubes and coco powder mixed in. I can't stand it bitter." She casually answered yet again, leaving the male staring at her as if she was secretly a mass murderer.

"Yer diet is weird. I feel bad for yer future husband." He commented bluntly making the girl softly laugh.

"And your future wife would be lucky to have a good cook like you. Husband material for sure." She shot him a teasing smile, only to have Osamu snort and roll his eye with a small smirk.

"What else can't ya eat? Rice?" Sarcasm basically dripped from his words.

"You've seen me eat onigiri Osa-chin." Fuyuko commented.

"I was jokin'."

"I knew." Fuyuko bit into another spoonful of ice-cream, swallowing with a pleased hum. "I don't like plain milk, or too much of fizzy drinks. I can go through half a bottle before I feel like throwing up."

"To think it'll never get any weirder..." Osamu let out, now seriously concerned for the girl's food intake. "Do ya like vegetables at least?" He gained an instant grimace.

"No, I hate veggies." She bluntly commented.

Damn... I can never imagine havin' that appetite... seriously how the heck did she survive till now?

"I could never relate, I can and will eat anythin' edible." Osamu commented looking at the slowly setting sun in the distance.

"Yeah... I figured as much... I have a feeling you're cheating on volleyball with food." Fuyuko voiced loud enough for him to hear, hastily chomping down on her meal before it melts. She hated melted ice-cream.

"Who said I wasn'?" Osamu asked making direct eye contact with Fuyuko, holding the stare for a moment. "Anyways, the sun's goin' down. Wanna walk around again? I wanna take ya somewhere." He calmly stood up, offering Fuyuko a hand just as she finished her ice-cream.

"Osa-chin, you still have ice-cream left..."

"... Ya can have it if ya want it that much..."

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The night has fallen quickly, while the two had been strolling around for a while. Peacefully conversing with each other and mentally noting down the littlest things about them. It was a cute sight—anyone would agree.

The stars had fully come out when they both made it to the outskirts of the area, where there was more greenery compared to anything else. "We're gonna climb a hill." Osamu's nonchalant statement had Fuyuko staring at him like he was Atsumu in disguise. "Pfft- don' look at me like that, it won' take too long."

The girl could only sigh at the small smirk Osamu tried to suppress. "If I get too tired, you're carrying me on your back Osa-chin." She reminded, walking past the male and leading them along the barely visible trail.

He led her through the path, carefully guiding her by her hand. He was being extremely careful like the exact example of a gentleman, that Fuyuko internally cried in happiness all the way.

The hand holding quickly became a natural norm to them by the short amount of time. Not gonna lie, it did save the girl from embarrassing herself by tripping—which had happened a couple times already because of their path. Osamu wasn't gonna lie, he found it adorable, her clumsiness was definitely something which matched her dazed and sleepy personality after all.

Without much of a struggle, they made it to the top, to be greeted by the cold breeze of the summer night. The atmosphere being extremally quite except the noises of night time bugs breaking the silence.

The male slipped his hand away, leaving Fuyuko to breath in the fresh night air. It was honestly a great change of pace from the noisy town, as if giving them a chance to take a well needed break. The girl unconsciously smiled, before she turned to look at the city.

Her eyes widened, lips parting with awe at the city that looked like a mine filled with glimmering diamonds. "Ya like it?" Osamu asked, smiling at the change of her expression. Quite satisfied. "I sometimes come 'ere to get away from Tsumu." He commented, only to gain a bright toothily grin in response, a grin that resembled the photographs in her music room.

"It's beautiful." She breathed out.

"Well why don'tcha sit down?" Osamu gestured to his jacket sprawled over the grass, providing a temporary blanket.

Fuyuko couldn't believe the idiot. "... Osa-chin, that's your jacket!"

Osamu lightly smiled in response, waving his hand as he took a seat on the cloth. "It's nothin' just come 'n sit down."

Fuyuko hesitantly made her way over, narrowing her eyes at the jacket.

Should I seriously sit on his jacket? I mean, I admit the gesture is sweet but my butt will be pressed o-

Osamu grabbed ahold of her wrist, pulling her down. "Ya don' have to think that much, it's just a jacket." Hence, her hesitation ended up with her in between his legs—the grey heads arm wrapped around her slim waist and his head buried in the crook of her neck. Fuyuko visibly tensed when her back made contact with his chest, but slowly relaxed when she registered his warmth.

"You're warm." Fuyuko muttered, leaning back into his warmth while wrapping her arms over his own. She glanced up, at the full moon, the moon being the only witness of their fluffy interaction. "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" Her soft whisper made Osamu glance at the only light source around them.

"Yeah... beautiful..." He murmured eyes flickering to Fuyuko's side profile. Her hair and ghostly skin reflecting the faint rays. Unfortunately, him being academically dumb, got no hint of her previous statement which in reality meant a lot more than it seemed.

The moon continued to watch over the pair as they made their way back to the girl's home, Osamu's jacket carelessly hung over his shoulder as they do so. None of them would admit it, but they had enjoyed themselves, and didn't want it to end yet.

What they didn't expect though, was to see Atsumu waiting for them—sitting on the steps of Rairakku household while scrolling through his phone.

"Atsu... -chin?" Fuyuko's voice distracted the blond, making him look up at his brother and his date.

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Hello everyone! So... guess why this chapter tool so long to make? Well you see, this author basically has zero experience when it comes to going on sweet dates so this was a huge challenge for me. It took me weeks!! (^///^)

Another thing... the original chapter had more than 7000 words so I was forced to change it up a bit. I'm ending this chapter with a cliffhanger and moved the rest to the next one!! Thank you for reading~ Love y'all!!