The soft morning light filtered into your bedroom, as you blinked, your mind immediately replaying yesterday's moment—the kiss on your cheek that had kept you awake all night. The memory made your heart race, and your hand brushed the spot instinctively, as if the warmth of his lips still lingered there.

Why did he do that? you wondered, burying your face in your pillow. You'd spent most of last night tossing and turning, unable to stop thinking about it. Did it mean something, or was it just a friendly gesture?

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling you from your swirling thoughts. Grabbing it quickly, you saw Sitetampo's name on the screen, and your heart skipped a beat.

Sitetampo: Good morning, Y/N. Hope you're feeling rested. Got any fun plans today?

Your fingers hesitated over the keyboard, the memory of his kiss flashing through your mind again. Shaking your head to clear it, you typed back a response.

You: Good morning! 😊 I slept okay, just heading to the mall with Moya today. What about you?

His reply came almost instantly, making your stomach flutter.

Sitetampo: Nice! Tensai roped me into an arcade trip. He swears he can beat me at something, But I'm skeptical.

You couldn't help but laugh softly to yourself, picturing the dynamic between the two teammates.

You: Poor Tensai. He really doesn't learn, does he? 😂

Sitetampo: Not at all. By the way... about yesterday—

Your breath hitched as you stared at the screen, waiting for him to finish the sentence. Seconds stretched into an eternity before his next message appeared.

Sitetampo: Thanks for always supporting me. It means a lot.

You exhaled, unsure if you felt relieved or disappointed. Quickly, you typed back:

You: Of course. You deserve it, Tampo. 😊

The conversation lingered in your thoughts as you got ready for the day, your mind still wrestling with questions, you didn't have the courage to ask yet.

"Let's go, slowpoke!" Moya called from the bottom of the stairs, his voice tinged with impatience.

"Coming!" you shouted back, slipping your phone into your pocket.

The mall was bustling with its usual weekend energy. Families, friends, and couples moved through the bright, open space, their chatter blending with the background music. Moya took the lead, his overprotective nature showing as he glanced around for anything—or anyone—suspicious.

"You don't have to hover, you know," you teased as he checked over his shoulder for the third time.

"Just making sure no one tries anything funny," he replied, his tone only half-joking.

You rolled your eyes but didn't press further. It was easier to let Moya be Moya.

As the two of you wandered into a clothing store, Moya paused, turning to you with a curious but serious look. "Hey, about Erika," he started, his voice low enough to not be overheard.

The mention of her name made your stomach tighten. "What about her?" you asked, trying to sound casual as you sifted through a rack of jackets.

"I mean, are you and Sitetampo good? With... whatever that was," Moya said, gesturing vaguely.

You sighed, pulling a jacket from the hanger to inspect it. "Yeah, we're good. I mean, it's not like she's around anymore."

"Still," Moya pressed, his expression skeptical. "She was hanging around him a lot during the championship. I just don't want you getting caught up in something messy."

You shot him a look, part exasperated and part amused. "I can handle myself, you know."

"I know," Moya said, leaning against a display. "But Sitetampo... he's a good guy. Just don't let anyone—Erika or otherwise—mess with you two."

Your cheeks flushed at the implication. "There is no 'you two,' Moya."

Moya raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. "Sure there isn't. Anyway, as long as you're happy, that's all I care about."

You didn't respond, instead turning your attention back to the jacket, though your thoughts were far from the clothing in front of you.

Moya was just being his protective self, but his words stuck with you as you moved through the mall together. Was it that obvious to everyone around you? And what exactly did "you two" mean to Sitetampo?

Meanwhile at the arcade

Across from, Sitetampo and Tensai stood a row of brightly lit machines, the arcade's chaotic energy in full swing.

"I'm calling it now—I'll crush you at air hockey," Tensai declared, gesturing toward the table.

Sitetampo smirked, cracking his knuckles. "You can call it all you want. Doesn't mean it's happening."

Ten minutes later, Tensai stood stunned as the puck slammed into his goal yet again.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, watching Sitetampo lean casually on his mallet, a satisfied grin on his face.

"Another round?" Sitetampo offered, his tone dripping with mock innocence.

"I hate you," Tensai deadpanned, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement.

Sitetampo pulled out his phone, snapping a quick picture of the scoreboard before texting you.

Sitetampo: Another victory for me! Guess I'll aim to become the air hockey champion of the world instead.

Your reply came quickly, and the grin on his face softened as he read it.

You: You're unstoppable! Poor Tensai, though. 😂

While thinking of what to reply Sitetampo's attention shifted to a claw machine nearby, where a small stuffed bear sat tantalizingly close to the drop.

"You really going for that thing?" Tensai asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Sitetampo replied, rolling his shoulders. "This one's for Y/N."

Tensai smirked. "Oh, I see. Going the extra mile, huh?"

"Shut up," Sitetampo muttered, focusing on the machine.

It took a few tries, but soon he was holding the bear triumphantly, its soft fur and round eyes making him smile.



Back at the mall

As you browsed through racks of clothes, your phone buzzed again. Sneaking a glance, you smiled at Sitetampo's latest message.

Sitetampo: Find anything good? Or is Moya too busy scaring off anyone who looks at you?

Your cheeks heated as you typed back.

You: Moya's definitely doing his best bouncer impression. He's even intimidating the employees.

Sitetampo: Tell him I said to go easy on people—it's hard enough to survive your charm.

Your fingers froze over the keyboard, his casual compliment sending a wave of warmth through you. Did he mean it like that?

Before you could overthink, Moya appeared beside you, holding up a truly hideous sweater.

"What do you think?" he asked, grinning mischievously.

"I think I'd disown you if you wore that in public," you replied, laughing.

As the afternoon wore on every notification on your phone brought a rush of excitement, you and Sitetampo chatted about everything and anything.

Sitetampo: Find anything good at the mall?

You: Well Moya bought a hat that looks ridiculous. I'm debating whether to tell him or let him figure it out himself.

Sitetampo: You're such a good sister. 😂 Take a picture, I need to see this.

You quickly snapped a stealthy photo of Moya wearing a particularly outrageous hat and sent it to Sitetampo, who replied with a series of laughing emojis and a simple:

Classic Moya.

You couldn't help but laugh again, and Moya gave you a suspicious look.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Nothing," you said quickly, tucking your phone away.

By the time you and Moya left the mall, your feet ached from walking, but your spirits were high. It had been nice to spend the day with him, even if he didn't let up on the sibling teasing.

Later that night, after dinner, you found yourself lounging on the couch at home, scrolling through your phone. Unsurprisingly, another message from Sitetampo popped up.

Sitetampo: So... did Moya survive the mall, or did he intimidate himself out of any fun?

You laughed softly, quickly typing a reply.

You: Barely. He tried on some less terrible hats, though, so the trip wasn't a total loss.

Sitetampo: Sounds like a good time.

Arcade update: Tensai's officially given up on beating me at anything.

You: Poor guy. At least he tried!

Sitetampo: True. What about you? Got any plans tomorrow?

Your heart skipped at the casual question, and you hesitated for a moment before replying.

You: Nothing big yet. What about you?

Sitetampo: Just relaxing. Maybe I'll see you?

You smiled at the suggestion, warmth spreading through your chest.

You: Maybe.

Sitetampo: Oh, by the way... I won something for you Today.

Your brows furrowed in curiosity as you typed back.

You: What do you mean? What did you win?

Sitetampo: It's a surprise. But let's just say it's cute and soft, like you.

Your heart skipped at his words, heat rising to your cheeks.

You: That's unfair. Now I'm curious.

Sitetampo: Good. I'll give it to you next time we see each other.

You: Well, I'd better go to sleep early then so I can find out faster!

Sitetampo: Hahaha sure, Goodnight, Y/N. 💙

You: Goodnight, Tampo.💙

Placing your phone on the table, you leaned back against the cushions, your thoughts swirling with memories of his texts—and that kiss. A part of you wished you'd asked him about it, but another part enjoyed the mystery of it all.

For now, though, you were content.



AN: Tell me why 3% of my readers are above the age of 45 and 4% is between 35 and 45, it's not a lot but still!😨 either y'all lying about your age on this app or...😨😨