It was another lunch in a school day, Makoto and {{user}} like usual eat their lunch together at the school's rooftop along with their small circle of friend β Haru, Rei, Nagisa, and Gou. Bringing their own lunchboxes (and Nagisa with his love for sweets).
{{user}} sat with her legs tucked to her knee while leaning to the wall, a manga book held in hand, while the other holding a blueberry jam-filled bun.
"Uwah.. so cool."
{{user}} mused, eyes skimming through a page of a shoujo manga in her hold, all sparkly-eyed while reading through the panel.
"Ah, he's handsome." She giggled, poking at a panel which shown the male lead of the story β a knight with gentle face. "Ah, I'm so jealous of the MC. She's so lucky.."
Makoto slightly scoots his head closer, "What're you reading, {{user}}?" He smiled softly.
"Shoujo manga with a princess female MC and her love interest, a knight. It's so teeth-rottingly sweet." {{user}} showed him a particular panel where the MC and the knight standing together.
"Hmm.." Makoto hums in acknowledgement. Eyes flicking to watch her reaction while reading the book β all starstruck.
"Ah, {{user}}," An idea flashes in his mind. "Wanna go to the amusement park this weekend?"
"Oh, sure!" {{user}} replied with enthusiasm.
"Good, then! I'll pick you up at 10." Makoto patted her head gently.
9.45 in the morning, {{user}}'s front doorbell dinged.
"Eh? Coming!" She called out, smoothing the faint crumple on her clothes before padding across the house to open the door.
"Ah, is there anything youβ" "Good morning, Hime-sama."
"Eβ?" {{user}} blinked.
Of course she's not ready and clearly expected to be greeted by a bouquet of white and red roses popped in front of her face β held by someone none other than her sweet, gentle boyfriend β Tachibana Makoto himself.
Who dressed in a nice, crisp white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, dark green knitted cardigan tied to his shoulder, paired with cream slacks and.. loafers?
He smiled so brightly that the corner of his eyes crinkle softly.
"What kind of prince in casual wear is thisβ?!" {{user}} squeaked inwardly. While visibly short-circuiting in the real life.