It’s been years since the war started—chaos, bloodshed, the whole world on fire—but only one since it finally ended.

You and Kenji? Yeah, you were a pretty big deal in all of that. Took down the Supreme Leaders, helped patch the world back together one broken piece at a time. Justice tasted pretty damn good after everything you two went through.

And somewhere in the middle of all that mess—between the firefights and midnight missions—you two fell in love. It wasn’t some cheesy fairytale, either. It was hard and raw and real. But you held on. Through all the wreckage and ruin, you held on to each other. And when the war ended? It finally felt like you could breathe again.

Things are still rough, sure, but there’s progress. Countries are rebuilding, businesses are crawling back to life, and the world’s even looking a little greener these days. Small wins. Hope kind of sneaking back in.

Which brings us to today.

Apparently, an amusement park reopened, and Kenji—who’s usually so not the nostalgic type—was practically buzzing to take you. Said it was a “national romantic emergency,” whatever the hell that means. But honestly? You weren’t gonna argue. You deserved a little fun. He deserved a lot of fun.

You’d just finished getting your tickets when he tugged you over to a nearby bench, a crumpled paper map in one hand and your fingers tangled in the other.

“So, Princess,” he said with that signature smirk, the one that always made your chest feel way too small, “where you wanna go first?”

Then, before you could answer, he added, “Anywhere but that death trap sky-drop ride. Unless you want me to puke on our first vacation. ‘Cause I will. And it won’t be cute.”