The morning sunlight streamed through the window, but your mind was far from the mundane start to the day. Last night's kiss still played on a loop in your head, every detail vivid—the way Sitetampo had looked at you, the feel of his lips against yours, and the soft, steady warmth of his presence.

Sitetampo: Morning, Y/N. Are you free later?

You bit your lip, your heart fluttering at the thought of seeing him again.

You: Good morning 😊 I should be. What's up?

The reply came almost immediately.

Sitetampo: I was wondering if we could hang out. Just us this time.

Your cheeks heated at his words, the subtext clear.

You: Sure, sounds fun. What time?

Sitetampo: How about lunch? I'll pick you up around noon.

You: Okay! See you then.

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You were lost in thought, staring blankly at your breakfast plate, when Moya cleared his throat dramatically from across the table.

"You're acting weird," he said, smirking as he stabbed a piece of toast with his fork.

"I'm not," you replied quickly, your voice higher than intended.

"Totally convincing," Moya said, leaning back in his chair.

When you finished your food you grabbed your phone and headed to your room. You hadn't told Moya about Sitetampo taking you out today, you weren't ready to deal with his teasing. Suddenly you realised you didn't know what to wear yet, something casual but still date worthy? in the end you spendt all morning trying to find the perfect outfit.

At noon sharp, Sitetampo knocked on your door. Moya had left earlier, muttering something about errands, which you were secretly grateful for—his overprotectiveness wouldn't have helped your nerves.

When you opened the door, Sitetampo stood there, looking casual but effortlessly put-together. He smiled, holding out a small bouquet of daisies.

"These are for you," he said, his voice warm.

You blinked in surprise, taking the flowers with a shy smile. "Thank you, Tampo. They're beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you," he said, his tone teasing but genuine enough to make your cheeks burn.

You laughed nervously, trying to play it cool. "So, where are we going?"

"There's this little café I found recently," he said.

"Lead the way," you said, after laying down the flowers on a counter beside the front door.

The café Sitetampo chose was a cozy little spot with warm lighting and a soft buzz of conversation. He held the door open for you, flashing a small smile that made your stomach flutter.

"This place is nice," you said as you looked around, taking in the mismatched chairs and rustic décor.

"I thought you might like it," he replied, leading you to a table by the window.

Over sandwiches and coffee, the conversation flowed easily. You talked about everything and nothing—favorite childhood memories, embarrassing stories, even silly moments from the last tournament. The atmosphere was lighthearted, yet there was an undercurrent of something deeper in the way he looked at you.

As the plates were cleared away, Sitetampo leaned back in his chair, his expression soft but thoughtful.

"You know," he began, "I was thinking... since the day has just begun. Want to go somewhere else?"

"Sure," you replied, curious. "Where to?"

"How about the arcade?" he suggested, his eyes lighting up.

"The arcade?" you repeated, laughing. "What, are you planning to beat me at every game just like you did to Tensai?"

"Only if you let me," he teased, standing up and offering you his hand.

The arcade was lively, with the sounds of games and laughter filling the air. You wandered through the aisles together, occasionally stopping to watch other players.

The two of you spent the next hour moving from game to game—racing cars, shooting hoops, and even battling it out in a rhythm game. Sitetampo was surprisingly competitive, but his playful attitude kept the mood light.

At one point, you found yourself at a photo booth.

"Come on," he said, gesturing for you to join him inside.

"Seriously?" you asked, though you were already stepping in.

The booth's countdown started, and you both struck ridiculous poses for the first few pictures. But as the final shot approached, Sitetampo turned to you, his expression softening. Caught off guard, you barely had time to react before the camera flashed, capturing the moment.

When the strip of photos printed, you couldn't stop smiling at the last image—Sitetampo looking at you with a quiet fondness while you blinked in surprise.

"Keep it," he said, handing you the photos.

"Thanks," you said, your voice quieter than you intended.

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The walk back to your house was quieter, though not uncomfortably so. You held the photo's carefully, your heart fluttering with every glance Sitetampo stole in your direction.

"Y/N," he said suddenly, breaking the silence.

You turned to him, tilting your head in question. "Yeah?"

He stopped walking, his expression uncharacteristically serious.

"There's something I've been wanting to tell you," he began, his voice steady but soft. "I know we've been spending a lot of time together lately, and it's been... amazing. You're amazing."

Your cheeks flushed as your pulse quickening.

"I've liked you for a while now," he admitted, his eyes searching yours. "And I've been wanting to ask... Would you go out with me? Officially?"

For a moment, you were stunned, your mind racing to process his words. The sincerity in his gaze left no room for doubt, and a wave of warmth washed over you.

"I'd love to," you said finally, a shy smile spreading across your face.

Relief and happiness lit up Sitetampo's expression, and before you knew it, he was leaning down. His lips met yours in a gentle, tentative kiss, and you felt your heart soar.

When he pulled back, he gave you a lopsided grin. "So, does this mean I'm officially your boyfriend?"

You laughed softly, the sound filled with joy. "I guess it does."

The two of you continued the walk home, the air between you lighter than ever. When you reached your doorstep, you turned to him, still holding the photo's.

"Thank you for today," you said, your voice soft.

"Thank you," he replied, his eyes filled with warmth. "For saying yes."

As he walked away, you stood there for a moment before heading inside, quickly grabbing the flowers and making your way to your room. You placed the flowers and the photos you had taken earlier on your desk, Taking a moment to admire them..

Soon, you lay down in bed, reminiscing about all that had happened over the past few days before drifting off to sleep.