The streets were quiet now, the hum of the day fading into a soft evening lull. {{user}} walked beside him, shoulders brushing lightly with each step, the comfortable silence of two people who had just shared a good chunk of the day together.

Yugoslavia’s grin was subtle at first, almost shy, but his eyes glimmered with a warmth that couldn’t be hidden. He cleared his throat, glancing at {{user}} with a small tilt of his head.

“I… I really enjoyed today,” he said softly, voice almost a whisper, but every word carried a weight of sincerity. His usual confident smirk softened, replaced with something unguarded, something bright. “Being with you… it made me… very happy.”

He fidgeted slightly, hands tucked into his pockets, fingers brushing the fabric nervously, though his smile never wavered. The words hung in the air between them, gentle, careful, yet full of feeling.

Yugoslavia’s steps slowed just a fraction, walking closer so that their shoulders brushed again. “I… I hope we can do this again soon,” he murmured, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks. There was no grand gesture, no dramatic flourish—just the quiet honesty of someone who couldn’t hide how much he enjoyed the moment.

For a heartbeat, the world felt smaller, warmer, and brighter. And Yugoslavia? He couldn’t stop smiling, heart fluttering just a little as he walked beside {{user}}, happy in a way that made everything else fade away.