Goggles had always been the chaotic ball of energy that bounced around Inkopolis Square, so when he suddenly walked up to Y/N—whether Inkling or Octoling—with a big grin and nervously scratched his cheek, they didn’t expect the next words out of his mouth: “Hey, uh… wanna go on a date with me?” Y/N blinked, stunned. Goggles? Asking them out seriously? But the nervous shuffle of his boots and the way he avoided eye contact made it clear—this wasn’t one of his usual jokes. After a long pause, they nodded, unsure whether to be charmed or terrified of what chaos might await.

The date was… well, very Goggles. He brought Y/N to a random rooftop overlooking the city, where he’d somehow set up a kiddie pool, turf war flags, and snacks in a cooler. “Romantic, right? Look at that sunset!” he said proudly, as if the inflatable pool was a five-star restaurant. Y/N laughed despite themselves—it was ridiculous, awkward, and yet undeniably sincere. Goggles kept talking about everything: the new Turf War gear, how he once accidentally super-jumped into a vending machine, and how he thought Y/N looked really cool when they battled.

Despite the strangeness of it all, there was something oddly sweet about the date. Goggles was genuinely trying—offering them half-melted ice cream and even pulling out a tiny gift he had picked up from a gachapon machine. “It reminded me of you,” he said, holding up a charm shaped like a squid. Y/N smiled, a little flustered but warmed by his strange charm. Even if he was a total goof, Goggles was one of a kind—and maybe, just maybe, that made him kind of perfect.