#nex2y

And she stepped backwards to avoid the water.

“You don’t get it! This is the most amazing part of the whole park!”

Yet, you barely had time to finish your sentence before a cold tsunami crested the barrier separating the ride from the rest of the park and crashed down on you.

You let out a loud shriek; you were dying of laughter as you threw your hands up in a futile attempt to shield yourself, but the water soaked into your clothes in barely five seconds.

In front of you was Eunchae, taking stupid pictures of everything, the ride, and you, bursting out in laughter as  you wiped a bunch of wet locks out of your face, tucked them behind your ear, and looked over at the rest of the deck, just to notice that you weren’t the only one who was in the mercy of the merciless tsunami.

A few feet away from you, you heard that undeniable breathless laughter that you commonly shared with Eunchae when everything was going comically amazing.

It was a guy with a dripping, oversized t-shirt and a silver chain plastered to his now-exposed collarbone.

His pink hair was completely soaked, with a few strands sticking to his forehead, and he looked really excited as he lifted his head to catch his breath and look at his friends.

“THE EXTREME SPLASH SIGN IS RIGHT THERE!” One of the guys in his friend group shouted, he looked hot-tempered but the cutest, “AND YOUR GROWN ASS DECIDED TO GET WET!”

The pink-haired guy groaned as his face was delighted in a huge grin despite the icy water that dripped down his chin. He turned to his friend and shot him gun fingers as he threw an exasperated look at him, “Chill, Haru, it’s the middle of the afternoon, and I could dry up easily! It’s supposed to be fun!”

Haru (who you supposed to be the one with the shortest hair) clicked his tongue before letting a smile creep up to his face, and that made the pink har guy laugh, though he shivered as a drop rolled down the back of his neck.

As he laughed, he noticed you wringing out the hem of your sleeve with a huge smile on your face, and you tucked another stray lock behind your ear as you talked to Eunchae.

And then your eyes landed on him once again, and his teasing smirk softened into something curious and genuine; his hair colour and his flashy grin immediately caught your eye.

“Huh, Huh? What’s this? Why’s he coming this way?!” Eunchae exclaimed suddenly, and you hid your face in shyness. Why is he coming this way, indeed?

You froze as the sound of the wet footsteps approached your figure on the deck, and through the stray pieces that you failed to tuck behind your ear, you watched as the pink-haired guy casually…skipped (?) his way over to where you and Eunchae were standing, seeming unbothered by the fact that his shirt was literally glued to his body.

“Y/N, this is your chance at having your cute k-drama moment,” Eunchae whispered, her voice filled with enthusiasm and mischief as she nudged your arm, and that made you feel a warm blush rise up to your cheeks.

But before you could retreat or even run from your destined fate, a shadow loomed over you.

“Hey,” a voice so bright and genuine called out, and you had to finally face the boy standing right in front of you with a huge grin, despite his wet clothes, his energy dried it all up with how warm it felt. “You look like a wet rat.”

You let out an offended gasp as you breathlessly laughed, “Hey, that’s mean to say to a girl!”

Tomoya’s eyes widened all of a sudden as he held his hands up in surrender, chuckling at the failed attempt of mocking you.

“Oh, no, wait! I swear I didn’t mean it like that—!” He defended himself, flashing that same smile that actually drove you insane.

He ran a hand through his soaked pink hair, sending a few droplets to the already wet deck, “I meant it in the most endearing and cute way possible! We’re both soaked, right?”

“I mean, yeah…” You replied as you let out a futile sigh.

“Then, I’m Tomoya!” He grinned for the nth time that day as he looked back at his friends than at you, “Nice to meet you!”

Eunchae watched both of you, nudging your ribs with her elbow once again just to remind you that she was always there, but still, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his presence and that cute smile of his.

And as if his non-existent tail wagged in excitement, you forgot to introduce yourself, and that embarrassed you. “Oh, right, I’m Y/N!”

“Y/N,” He said, as if he were trying how your name would roll off his tongue, “That’s a nice name.”

“Yours too, I guess?” You scoffed, and he giggled.

“Matches your drip, too,” he added with a wink, gesturing between his damp hair and yours, and that made you actually laugh genuinely at a guy’s joke.

“TOMOYAAAAAAAA!” Haru yelled from a few feet away, “STOP FLIRTING WITH PRETTY GIRLS AND LET US EAT!” He tried to wring out his own wet shirt with pure annoyance drawn on his face while the other guys hysterically laughed at him.

Tomoya didn’t even bother turning around; he just waved a hand dismissively in their direction as he tilted his head, “They’re just hangry; they always get this cranky when they’re out of food.” He whispered to you, leaning just a little bit closer, and he smiled really nicely.

A hint of citrus cologne clung to him along with the chlorine water.

“So, Y/N,” he continued, his eyes crinkling shut as he smiled, “Since your friend here—Hi! I’m Tomoya!—” He waved at Eunchae, to which she awkwardly waved back, “—is a photographer. Do you think you could help me with something?”

You blinked, still confused about this whole encounter, “Um, sure? But with what?”

“A tie-breaker!”

What is a tie-breaker…?

“Haru and Hyui say I look horrible. Even though I feel like I eat every outfit up, but anyway,” He said, stepping back and turning fully to show off his ‘cool’ outfit to you, and that made you giggle, “Be honest with me, Y/N, should I go buy a souvenir jump-suit to save myself, or do I wait until all this dries up?”

Eunchae snickered at that, already raising her phone to secretly record the interaction between you, “Aw, this is so cute already!”

And that intervention made both your faces heat up.

Tomoya’s gaze stayed locked on yours as a lopsided grin widened on his face, his eyebrows wiggled as he waited for your answer, and he looked incredibly, extremely, and absolutely hopeful that your opinion would excite him.

You bit your lower lip, fighting the urge to laugh at his spinning and hopeful eyes as you looked him up and down, and to be completely fair, his outfit seemed pretty cool.

The oversized shirt was clinging to his shoulders, slightly transparent now. The silver chain caught the sunlight, and his damp pink hair honestly looked better like this.

So you went ahead as you huffed lightly.

“Want me to be completely honest?” You said, tilting your head as you took a step closer.

“Yes! I take harsh constructive criticism too!”

“If I’m being honest…”

“Yeah?” Tomoya leaned in closer, waiting with gleaming eyes for the answer he was awaiting.

“You look good.”

Tomoya’s face lit up immediately; the pure relief and joy on his visage made it seem like he had just won the lottery.

He let out a victorious laugh as he threw his head back slightly before looking down at you and smiling from ear to ear.

“GET THAT YOU HATERS!” Tomoya yelled over his shoulder as he shot a smirk toward where the rest of his friends stood, and then Haru leaned on one of the guys and gave him the middle finger.

Later on, he turned back at you, his eyes once again crinckling shut as he took another step closer to you, leaving barely any inch between you, and Eunchae in the background shrieked excitedly.

“Don’t get too confident, though!” You added, rolling your eyes playfully to hide how fast your heart was beating. “You still look like a wet penguin!”

“A wet penguin that’s stylish,thank you very very much,” Tomoya shot back and giggled as he brushed his hand over his pink hair,then he paused. His expression softening into realization, and that scared you for an instant. “You know what?”

“Yeah?” You curiously replied, “Need another evaluation, I assume?”

“Actually,” He blinked twice before continuing, eyes sparkling brighter than any star, “You guys hungry? If you don’t mind, would you both tag along with us to the food stall?”He practically jumped in his place as you smiled knowingly at him.  “How about we ride the Nexz ride later too? What do you say?”

Eunchae didn’t even let you answer; she enthusiastically nudged your shoulder (which reminded you to slap her afterwards for the number of times she had nudged you that afternoon…) with a look of pure delight and excitement. “Yes,” she said immediately, “She’d—we’d love to!”

“Eunchae!” You let out a small laugh, looking up at Tomoya, then at Eunchae, “I mean…”

“Come on, Y/N, it will be really fun!” Eunchae added, and you couldn’t help but press your lips together as if you were deep in thought.

“I don’t think I can say no to food after all this, not gonna lie…”

Tomoya blinked once and then broke into that grin you’ve learned to adore. “Nice!” He said, happy with your answer.

“You owe me boba after this,” you muttered under your breath as you nudged Eunchae for the first time, and she looked at you like you'd given birth to her children.

And then, Tomoya stepped back slightly and suddenly started running in triumph to where his friends were waiting for him, “GUYS, THEY SAID YES!”

“Oh my God,” Eunchae chuckled, grabbing your arm as she also started to follow him, “He really wants that cookie, huh?”

“I can definitely see that Chae…” You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, because, why not? What could this mysterious yet excited Tomoya bring to you today?

Then came the afternoon sun that tried it’s best to dry up your clothes, leaving you to shiver afterwards to the small breeze that passed by, but still, you felt really warm.

And it was entirely thanks to Tomoya’s radiating energy that made you realize, he’s not as bad as half.

“Guys! We have a plan!” Tomoya shouted, and Haru simply slapped his forehead in disbelief while the others also groaned.

“Please, don’t do anything that’s too crazy.” One of the guys said, As you got closer, you noticed how tall he was, “Or else I’ll throw you into the sky.”

“Seita, relax.” Tomoya replied, “I swear I won’t do anything that’s too crazy…perhaps…”

“MOYA!” All of them cried out, and that made you and Eunchae lose your minds from how funny it was.

Tomoya then gestured back at both of you with a huge grin, “We’re going to the giant snack bar next to the REAL NEXZ ride, they have the craziest churros and fries combo ever!”

“Sure, but can I get to know the company first? It’d be weird if we were just with you, not knowing who we are with.” Eunchae leaned in, holding your arm as you both of you waved at the group of men in front of you.

“Then, as the leader of the group—”

“You’re not the leader—”

“ANYWAY!”Tomoya clapped his hands together, glaring right back at one of the guys who just snickered at his teasing, ”Let’s do the proper introductions!”

And you’ve started to notice how his pink hair has started to dry up with the sun’s warmth, his grin still on his face as he went to Haru.

“This, girls, is the loud yelling one, who always acts like a zombie when he’s hungry!” Tomoya chuckled as Haru jammed his elbow in his chest, “That’s Haru, he’s really nice though!”

Haru let out a scoff in annoyance, though a small smile crept onto his face as he gave a nod in your direction, to which you waved back.

“And this guy who just threatened to throw me into the sky is our lovely Seita,” Tomoya continued, pointing to the tall boy who had just spoken up, and Seita smiled at you, “Don’t worry, he only says that because he loves me.”

“I really don’t,” Seita whispered to you, and Eunchae doubled in laughter because it was so funny. “Nice to meet you both, I’m Seita.”

“And then,” Tomoya pointed to another blond guy, who gave you a sweet smile and a small wave, “This is Yuhi, but we call him Hyui! He’s really sweet and will be the only responsible guy who would match any of your freaks immediately!”

“Hey,” He smiled at Eunchae, then at you, “Nice to meet you, and ignore his ass for the meanwhile, he just feels like this whenever he sees something he likes.”

“You mean, someone—” Haru coughed, and Tomoya jabbed him in the rib.

“Anyway! Over here is the eldest Yu, our founding father, the greatest grandpa, the most fit guy in the group, and the one who’s scared of really scary places or things!” Tomoya finished, pointing straight to a quieter guy who stood near the edge of the group, trying his best to look nonchalant.

Yu let out a small laugh at whatever Tomoya had said, running a hand through his hair and offering a polite smile that contrasted with his sharp body features, “For the love of God, ignore what he just said. I’m barely a year older than him.”

“Yeah, whatever you say you crow, anyway, that’s Geon right there! And he’s the one who double-dared me into jumping in the water.” Tomoya added, laughing as he pushed Geon’s shoulder gently, to which the latter returned with a sassy eyeroll, “Go die or something, I didn’t think you’d actually do it!”

“Geon, please, in what world do you think I wouldn’t do that?” Tomoya whined, though his pout lasted only for a second before returning to his flashy grin, “And the best for last!”

“Best for last? I see how it is.” Yu muttered as he glared at Tomoya’s smily face.

“Best for last, is me! Hey, hey! I’m Yuki!” The smaller boy announced, and you were awed in cuteness; he was super adorable. “Nice to meet you!”

“Hey, Yuki!” Eunchae replied, “Nice to meet you, too!”

You then leaned against her arm, your shoulders shaking with giggles as you watched the seven boys just roast each other, and you felt Eunchae nudge your ribs again for the nth time, her eyes gleaming with a clear message that screamed, ‘I told you so!’

You felt a warm blush creep up your neck, but you couldn’t help but think how amazing this day would be…of course, other than your wet clothes.

“Well, it’s really nice to meet all of you. I'm Y/N, and she’s Eunchae, my dearest. It’s lovely seeing you guys!” You said, offering everyone of them a wave, “Even if Moya, right here, is trying to make us all get super soaked.”

“Hey, Y/N!” Tomoya giggled as he tried hiding his blushing face, “I’m not that evil!”

And without missing a beat, he snatched a jacket Yu was holding and gently draped it over your shoulders.

The fabric was still warm from the sun and Yu’s hold, and it smelled like citrus cologne. You let out a soft gasp, surprised by the gesture, and pulled the oversized sleeves over your wet body, “What a gentleman!” You shrieked out, to which Tomoya returned with a small tilt of his head.

“You’re going to freeze to death if you stay in those wet clothes while we walk to the food stall,” he replied, his teasing smirk slowly faded into a genuine smile, and you noticed that his pink hair had almost dried up, and slightly became fluffy from the breeze as it fell perfectly on his forehead.

“Moya Moya Tomoya, why did you take my jacket? To flirt with it? You’re not slick!’ Yu asked, though he didn’t seem annoyed or angry, just amused by the fact that Tomoya was seriously straightforward. He crossed his arms as he raised his eyebrows in interest.

“I’m not slick, I did it because, as Y/N said, I’m a gentleman!” The pink-haired boy shot back, sticking his tongue out at the older boy before ignoring him and looking right back at you, his eyes shut close again as he smiled, and Eunchae leaned against your side even more, letting out a sigh that was loud enough for the whole group to hear, “Oh, Sir Tomoya! The chivalry! I am utterly bereft of consciousness upon beholding this unprecedented spectacle!”

“What the hell,” you cackled as the rest of the group laughed, your face flushed into a color deeper than Tomoya’s pink hair, pulling the jacket tighter around your shoulders as you ducked your head slightly, looking up to smile at him.

“Thank you, Tomoya,” You murmured, your voice way too soft and delicate.

“Anytime, Y/N.” He replied, taking a fraction of a step closer to you, making the space between you and him practically invisible.

“Okay, you lovebirds,” Haru cut in flatly, grabbing Tomoya by the collar and yanking him back, “We’re starving. Let’s fricking go.”

Tomoya stumbled back with a laugh, not even resisting, “You’re so dramatic, it’s insane how annoying you are, man.”

“So, Haru shot back. “Look at me and tell me if I give a fuck.”

“Hmm,” Tomoya looked at Haru’s annoyed face, “Nah.”

“Then, let’s GO EAT!”

✿

At the food stall, there was pure chaos; everybody argued over everything, even you and Eunchae.

“Yo, guys! Let’s pause the whole bickering stuff and sit, reflect, and THEN! Order!” Tomoya announced, leaning against the plastic railing of the stall,  he turned to you, “And you too, Y/N! Just because you’re really cute, I won’t let you off the hook!”

Everybody groaned in annoyance, and your heart beat faster at his unbelievably flirty words, because who would just say that?

And that casually?

And what would you even reply to that?

And as soon as you started to register the fact that Eunchae heard his teasing remark, she shrieked, jumping up and down excitedly, “Oh my GOD! He didn’t!”

“Chae, shut up!” You whispered, trying to keep your composure, but your face didn’t help your situation at all.

“Shameless as hell,” Yu muttered under his breath, being the second victim to hear Tomoya’s remarks to you. But he just passed by you,  smirking as he searched for empty seats.

“I’m sick to my stomach,” Seita added as he tagged along with Yu. “Get me out of here asap.”

And what was worse, is that Tomoya did’t even dare bother looking a teeny bit apologetic, he just shot Seita and Yu a pathetic and dramatic look as he pushed both of them to nowhere in particular.

“You wound me, both. I’m sorry that you don’t pull girls like me!” Tomoya whispered, though, right now, his cheeks flushed with a hue that matched his hair, and his eyes immediately returned to yours, waiting for a reply.

“Eunchae. I’m going to rnf you, don’t even say a word right now!” You hissed, wincing at how your body decided to send your face into a heated radiation that was obviously visible.

Hyui and Yuki walked up to the counter, grabbing three menus as they looked to you, laughing and giggling at their friend’s tactics.

The blond held out one of the menus toward you, still smiling as he said, “Here,” he said kindly, “before he says something worse.”

“I heard that, Hyui!” Tomoya yelled from where he was pushing Yu and Seita to newfound empty seats.

“Whatever, we finally found seats!” Haru called out, gesturing for you to sit down.

You let out a breathy laugh, sighing in the process as you grabbed Eunchae’s hand and took the laminated menu from Hyui, nodding in gratitude, “Thank you, Hyui, our actual lifesaver.”

“I try my best,” He chuckled, leaning as he glared at Tomoya, who was currently being manhandled on the table by Yu, “Otherwise, the rest of the boys, other than Seita, would’ve been getting kicked out.”

You walked over to the table with Eunchae, still feeling slightly wet, but drier than before. As you sat down on the wooden bench next to your best friend, and well, Tomoya somehow, that just so happened to slide next to you, the gap between you was almost non-existent, and that same smell that lingered in the air seemed to cling to you more than him.

“Alright, let’s talk important stuff now,” Tomoya spoke, leaning over the table with a menu in hand, propping his chin on his palm, and looking straight at you, then at Eunchae, and then the rest of the guys. “Are we going with the fries or the churros or both?”

“Both,” you said, tilting your head, “It’s only reasonable to mix salty and sweet for nine people.”

“This is exactly why I—” He beamed, before quickly shying out, “I—I mean, yeah! Exactly!”

“Tomoya,” Geon called out, and the older one ignored him, looking at the menu instead to hide the blush that crept up his face.

“Classic cinnamon sugar churros and chocolate-loaded fries? Or do you guys have anything else to recommend?” He added.

Geon leaned over the table, snatching the menu right out of Tomoya’s hands like he was personally offended.

“First of all,” he said, scanning it quickly, “you don’t get to ask us, you commit to the menu. Get both and stop acting like this is a life decision.”

“Thank you,” Haru added,“Finally, someone with sense.”

“Hyui, NO!” Yuki whispered, slightly shaking Hyui’s shoulders because he was stealing fries from another table, “Are you that desperate?!”

Hyui shrugged, completely unbothered by the fact that somebody saw him in the act, “Hey, I mean, it’s not stealing if they’re just leaving it there for the flies!”

“Hyui, you idiot, you’re going to get us banned from this park!” Yu sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose in complete defeat, trying his best to keep his calm composure, but it was impossible since you burst out laughing.

Tomoya took the opportunity to lean in even closer to you, “You see what I have to deal with?” He whispered, nudging his shoulder playfully against your small ones, “It’s a miracle that we’re even alive.”

“Oh, please!” Eunchae chimed in, leaning against the other side of your shoulder to push you closer to Tomoya, “You’re saying this as if you are the most sane one here!”

“Eunchae…” Tomoya gasped, clutching his (pearls) chest in offense, “I thought we had something!”

“Sure you do,” You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief, “That’s why everybody, especially Haru, groans whenever you wanna do something.”

Geon, in the meantime, had gone to the cashier and ordered, splayed his limbs across the table as he cheered loudly, “Thanks for paying Moya!”

“Wait, what—” Tomoya blinked, his jaw dropping as he frantically searched for his wallet, “Since when did I agree to pay for you guys?!” He protested, pouting, before snatching the receipt from Geon’s wavering hands.

“How much is it?” You asked, and he gasped as he looked at the final price of everything, slowly crushing the paper in his hand before muttering,

“Two hundred. You are the worst.”

“Since you decided to shamelessly flirt with Y/N in front of all of us,” Yu said, smirking as he stretched his arms, “Consider that as tax for embarrassing all of us and making us feel single.”

“That’s so right,” Eunchae agreed, folding her arms and nodding, “It’s too much for our eyes to see a lovey-dovey couple in the matter of an hour!”

“We aren’t—”

“Y/N and I aren’t like that—”

And then did the rest of the table erupt into laughter, Haru being the loudest one of them all.

“W-We aren’t like that!” He protested, his cheeks turning a fresh round of pink. “…yet.”

He whispered that part so sneakily that only you and Eunchae heard it, and you knew you were so cooked because she wouldn’t let this go. “You guys heard that, right? He literally said yet, man's plotting.”

“Chae, holy shit! Oh my God, stop!” You hissed again at her teasing remarks, ducking your head to hide your heating face behind the jacket that Tomoya offered you.

“Did I say that?” He replied to Eunchae, “I never did. What are you on?”

“Yeah, whatever, get married already, OH MY GOOD, FOOD’S HERE!” Haru dismissed the topic completely as soon as he saw the three full plates of chocolate-loaded fries and churros being carried over by the server.

His eyes widened as he immediately thanked the attendant and smiled enthusiastically, focusing entirely on the food in front of him, along with Yuki and Hyui, whose wrists were slapped instantly by Yu and Seita.

“Ladies first, you guys!” Yu said, trying to look as stern as possible, “How could you let Moya be more gentleman than you two?”

And those words piqued Tomoya’s interest. He puffed out his chest in a mocking way and placed his hands on his hips as he annoyingly said, “Exactly! Thank you, Yuyu! Take notes from me, you suckers!”

“Oh, shut up!” Haru groaned, rolling his eyes, even if there was a hint of genuine laughter bubbling up in his face, “Don’t let it get to your head!”

"The jacket looks better on her anyway," Tomoya shot back, turning his gaze back to you. He was literally trying to rizz you up with every single attempt possible, and it worked every single time, ugh!

“Are you going to eat all this, or are you gonna stare at me all day?” You peeked out from behind the jacket to finally look at him, trying your best to distract him from just staring at you.

And that made Tomoya freeze for a second, before scoffing and grabbing a fry just to munch on it and ignore how red his ears became.

“Okay, enough,” Yu cut in, sliding one of the trays slightly toward you and Eunchae, “ladies first.”

“Thank you, sir Yu!” Eunchae smiled as she took a chocolate fry, nudging you to take one too. You nodded in gratitude before letting out a satisfied hum at the delicious taste.

“Okay, this actually tastes insane,” Eunchae said, already taking a second bite and melting instantly, “Oh my God!”

“RIGHT?!” Tomoya perked up again, turning toward you, pushing the tray next to you as if your reaction mattered more than anyone else’s, “Try it, try it! It’s really awesome, what the hell?! ”

“I am, I am!” you said between a laugh, taking a bite. “You’re so right, I’m—woah!”

Your eyes gleamed up at how amazing the second bite tasted better than the first, and so did Tomoya’s eyes. Because the second he noticed you actually sparkling in joy, he did too.

“I’m such a genius!” He exclaimed, finally stretching his arms in the air, “It’s super good!”

“Relax, you idiot. It was literally the standard pick on the menu!” Geon replied, already devouring half of the churros with the help of Seita and Yuki. “And don’t do what I’m thinking you’re going to do! AND STOP TAKING FROM MY SIDE!” he snapped, shielding the churros like his life depended on it.

“It’s SHARED!” Yuki shot back, already halfway through another one.

“What?” Tomoya smirked, gently laying his arm on your shoulders, and that made you jump from the sudden proximity. How bold is this guy, really?!

You froze for a split second as your eyes widened and your heart did the craziest backflip. It felt insane yet so natural, like his arm always belonged there.

And that action caught Eunchae so off guard that she choked over a small chocolate fry, to which Hyui offered a small napkin, and you shot her a desperate pleading look that shouted, ‘DO NOT BRING THIS UP!’ But even if it was surprising to you, you didn’t pull away.

“Moya. I swear on your life, if you make a scene,” Seita warned, pointing his half-churro at him as if it were a gun, “I’ll ruin your day and even your life. We are eating in peace, and you’re trying your weird flirting skills on the poor girl, leave her alone!”

“No right, like show us some respect,” Geon added, even though his puppy energy radiated in the atmosphere (?), “like bro, we’re eating, please.”

Tomoya ignored every single one of them, turning his head to get closer to you, “You guys are mad, ‘cause you don’t get game! Sucks to be you, you losers!”

“I’m perfectly fine and happy,” Seita replied, shaking his head in disbelief as a smile cracked through his face, “I’d rather watch this newfound couple, anyway.”

“How many times should I remind you, guys!” You spoke out, “We’re not a couple! We just met like an hour ago!”

Haru, with your words, let out the craziest hysterical laugh ever, throwing his head back and slapping the table while he choked on the churro he was eating, “I can’t—I can’t!”

“Friendzoned, dude. You’re absolutely cooked.” Yuki chuckled, shaking a middle finger in front of his face as he stuck out his tongue in mockery, “That’s actually bad. Like reaaaaally bad.”

“Guys, just, you know what? Fuck every single one of you, except the girls!” Tomoya pouted, rolling his eyes playfully.

Yu folded his arms, leaning against the back of the bench. “Well, you heard the lady. An hour is barely enough time to figure out who’s gonna get asked out by the ahjummas, let alone anything else.”

“Thank you, Yu!” You sighed, though you leaned in closer to where Tomoya was, and you felt his breath hitch at your sudden closeness.

You were doomed, like actually doomed.

Whatever, you don’t even remember anything else afterwards, because all you did was devour the churros and fries, roast the guys, laugh and giggle, and then get food coma with Eunchae.

And the main thing that was stuck in your memory was that Tomoya clung to you like a magnet.

Much, much later, the sun had dipped just enough to cast long, golden streaks and shadows across the amusement park, painting the sky in blue, pink, and yellow hues.

You were still wearing the jacket that Tomoya gave you, even if you were fully dried up, and you lay on the table, with a hand over your stomach and the other on your hair.

“Food coma,” You groaned, and everybody agreed.

“Worth it, I say it was all good to be fair,” Hyui added, and Tomoya groaned loudly at that.

“It was not worth two hundred. Get out.”

“Cry about it,” Haru intervened, making everybody lazily laugh about it, but the thing was, everybody looked extremely tired and done for that you started to doubt wether they would be able to even finish half the rides in this park.

It was really worth it, tough. But you weren’t going to admit that to Tomoya, not anytime soon…

Haru’s head was resting directly on his forearms, as his eyes were closed. Seita was leaning against the back of the bench, softly humming a tune while staring off into space and thinking, and even Yu looked like he needed a fat nap. Meanwhile, you rested your cheek against the cool wooden table, your left hand tangled in the fluffy pink fabric of Tomoya’s hair, absentmindedly petting it as he pouted with his head practically resting on your shoulder.

“If we don’t move or do something in the next few minutes,” Eunchae mumbled from the seat next to you, dragging open her eyes, “we’re actually doomed, we’re gonna sleep right here until the security searches for us like those three am YouTube videos.”

“Eunchae’s right,” Seita agreed, returning to the real world, “Moya Moya Tomoya, we need to decide if we go to that wet ride again or do another one.”

Tomoya groaned, “I don’t wanna get wet again; I’ve reached my peak.”

“Would you look at that?” You laughed, “The all-mighty Tomoya has finally reached tiredness, crazy.”

“You’re really bad, Y/N!” Tomoya whined, and you pulled his hair with your fist, making him slap your hand away.

“I know, I’m the baddest.” And Eunchae high-fived you in agreement.

Tomoya huffed, rubbing the spot you just pulled, though he didn’t even try to move away from you. Instead, he leaned in closer until his entire visage was on your shoulder, using it like a pillow, “You’re lucky you’re cute, or else I would’ve kicked you.” He grumbled, though he was smiling.

“It felt necessary,” you replied, dragging out your voice into a yawn, and Yu let out a long sigh before standing up and startling everybody.

“Let’s go to the Nexzu ride?” He suggested, “It’d be better than actually getting wet like these two right here.”

“True to that,” Geon said as he stretched finally.

“I second that,” Haru added,  “I wanna do one last ride before going home.”

Eunchae sat up slightly, rubbing her eyes before a scary spark lit them up, and you knew she was up to no good with that look.

She glanced from you to Tomoya, leaning over the table just enough to get into your line of sight.  And taking out her phone to capture the moment before lazily saying, "So, our honeymoon couple, before we go, do I need to prepare for any romantic antics again, or should I just relax and have Y/N to myself?"

You let out a groan that was muffled by the table, unable to stop your cheeks from heating up once again. "Chae, I am begging you to let it go already. You drained my social battery so much today, and it's usually the opposite!"

"Don't worry, Y/N, I'll protect you from her," Tomoya whispered. He shifted his hand until his fingers were loosely intertwined with yours near your stomach. giving your hand a light, reassuring squeeze. "We can just take the slow route to the exit, and I'll even buy you that boba at the mall later to make up for the sudden intrusion."

You thought about it for a while, smiling as your thumb ran gently over the back of his bigger one, “That sounds like a date.” You murmured, and Tomoya perked up immediately to your side, hugging you completely as the others watched in disbelief.

“GUYS! HOLY SHIT— sorry for swearing, Y/N— IT’S A DATE, I’M GOING ON A DATE WITH A BADDIE, WE’VE UPGRADED!”

“Shut up, please, and let us go!” Seita chuckled, already picking up a deadbeat Yuki and a sleepy Hyui, and everybody right after that followed.

“I’m so done,” Haru muttered, already walking ahead, not even bothering to look back, “leave them here, let’s go, Geonnie and Yu.”

“Real, as hell.” Geon agreed as he dragged Yu along with him, and you couldn’t help but think how lucky Tomoya was to have this pair of friends with him.

“It’s a date, right?” He pulled back just enough to look at you, hands still on your shoulders, “It’s a real, real date? Like, actually a date? As in we meet and hold hands and share pasta and then end the date with a small kiss—”

“WOAH, HOLD ON! Too fast, too fast! But yes, it is a date!” You giggled as you saw how excited he was, and it was honestly pretty cute to the point you’d agree to even a million dates to see his enthusiastic figure gleam with joy.

“Okay,” He beamed, “It’s a date then.”

“HURRY UP GUYS I WANNA PEE!” Haru shouted, and everybody then laughed at that, especially you and Tomoya, who held each other's hands secretly without anyone knowing, well, except Eunchae, but still.

You realized that maybe the sound of a boba date with him wouldn't be so bad after all.

THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!