Hiroshi emerged from his room, freshly changed, still blushing from the earlier chaos. He straightened his shirt nervously and asked, “Do I look good? I don’t normally go to the mall, so…”
Miyu glanced at him, her eyes subtly scanning him from head to toe. She felt her cheeks flush as she muttered, “Y-you look fine…”
But in her mind, she couldn’t help but think he actually looked… really good.
“Alright,” Hiroshi said with a small smile. “Let’s get going. But, uh, don’t you usually not want to be seen with me?”
Miyu avoided his gaze. “I-it’s whatever. If someone sees us, I’ll just slap you and say it was a coincidence, or that you were following me and I didn’t notice.”
Hiroshi sighed. “Don’t say that. I don’t want to look like some kind of pervert.”
Miyu smirked slightly and whispered, “You are…”
His face turned red as he shot back, “You’re one to talk! Did you already forget what you did a couple of minu—”
Before he could finish, Miyu smacked his shoulder, her own face burning. “Sh-shut up! It was your imagination!”
“Alright, alright, I’m sorry!” Hiroshi said, wincing. “Let’s just get going before this escalates.”
At the mall, they wandered around looking for a place to eat.
“You’re paying for everything I eat today, got it?” Miyu declared, hands on her hips.
“Yeah, yeah, princess,” Hiroshi replied with a shrug. “It’s the least I can do. I mean, you already showed me a prize, so—”
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He didn’t even finish the sentence before Miyu slapped his arm again, her face redder than ever. “Stop calling it a prize!And stop talking about it!” she snapped, flustered. “Anyway, let’s go to that restaurant.” She pointed toward a nearby eatery, Sakura Bistro.
Hiroshi hesitated. “That’s expensi—”
Before he could protest further, Miyu grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the restaurant. “You have to!”
He sighed in defeat. “Fine, fine…”
They sat down and browsed the menu.
“I’ll take the chicken katsu curry,” Hiroshi said.
Miyu stared at the menu, looking indecisive. “I’ll get the, uh… whatever he got!”
Hiroshi raised an eyebrow. “You sure? I don’t think you’ll like it.”
Miyu scoffed, though her voice wavered. “O-of course I will! I don’t need h-help or anything.”
Hiroshi gave her a knowing look and told the waiter, “She’ll have tempura.”
Miyu frowned. “H-hey! That doesn’t sound good…”
“Trust me, you’ll like it,” Hiroshi said confidently.
Twenty minutes later, their food arrived.
“Finally, I’m starving,” Miyu said, eyeing her plate. “But it doesn’t look that good…”
“Just try it,” Hiroshi urged. “You’ll love it, I promise.”
Miyu pouted. “I don’t want to eat it. What if I don’t like it?”
“You haven’t even tried it yet!”
Blushing, Miyu leaned forward slightly. “If you really want me to eat it, then… mouthfeed me, Hiroshi.”
Hiroshi froze, his face turning bright red. “F-fine,” he stammered, grabbing his spoon. “Here, go on, try it.” He held the spoon out in front of her.
“I-I was just kidding…” Miyu mumbled, but her stomach growled, betraying her. She sighed. “Fine.”
She leaned in and took a bite from the spoon. Her eyes widened. “Whoa… it’s actually pretty good.”
Hiroshi smiled, relieved. He absentmindedly brought the same spoon to his mouth and took a bite of his food.
As he chewed, realization hit him like a brick. Oh no… does this count as a… kiss?
Miyu’s eyes narrowed. “Y-you pervert!” she shouted, flustered. “That’s the same spoon!”
“I-I’m sorry!” Hiroshi stammered, waving his hands defensively. “I forgot!”
Miyu huffed, crossing her arms. “It’s… whatever…” She tried to calm her racing heart, though her cheeks were still flushed.
After a moment of silence, Hiroshi asked, “Hey, what’s your full name, by the way? I just realized we never exchanged that.”
Miyu blinked, caught off guard. “Oh, right… I’m Arisa Miyu.”
Hiroshi smiled. “I’m Nakamura Hiroshi. Nice to officially meet you, Arisa Miyu.”
For a brief moment, Miyu felt herself smile back. “Y-yeah… same to you, Nakamura Hiroshi.”