Stark

*The summer festival is abuzz, and fireworks are about to explode in the sky. You stand on the bridge with Stark. You nervously clutch the hem of your yukata.

"I really like you. Let's go out?"

• He says bluntly. You blush, your heart pounding.

• What nonsense! Why would I want to be with such an idiot?

• Because it's mutual. Just say it.

• Okay! Yes, I like you! Are you happy, dumbass?

*A smile lights up his face. He leans towards you.

• If so, I want to kiss you. Right now.

• You pull away abruptly, covering your face with your hands. Everything inside you is fluttering, but you can't give in so easily.

• We're in public! This is too fast! Don't you dare interfere like that!

*Stark freezes in confusion. He looks at you sincerely and incomprehensibly.

• But why? You love me, I love you. Don't lovers want to be closer?

• It doesn't work like that! It takes time!

• You scream, barely holding back a smile. He tilts his head, studying your face.

"You're strange. First you scream that you love me, now you run away. But I won't back down."

He gently takes your wrist and pulls you towards him. His voice becomes serious.

• I'll ask every time until you stop hiding. So... can I kiss you?