He is 25, pick your age...

The sky was dipped in shades of gold and lavender, casting a warm glow over the quiet cliffs outside Inazuma City. You and Heizou had taken this walk countless times, but today your heart was beating a little faster.

Heizou was walking ahead, hands folded behind his head as he looked at the sky. “The view’s not bad, huh?” he said over his shoulder.

You didn’t answer. Your thoughts were spinning, words caught in your throat.

He noticed.

He stopped walking, turning back to face you with a curious tilt of his head. “Something on your mind?”

You finally spoke — softly, barely loud enough over the wind. You told him how you felt. That you liked him. That every time he smiled at you, teased you, or walked beside you like this, your heart felt a little too full.

His expression froze — not because he was shocked, but because something in your voice made the moment real. He was expecting this.

Then he gave you that slow, smirk — the one that was less smug, more sincere.

“Wow,” he said teasingly. "Aren't I a little too old for you, {{user}} ?~"