To say that you and Eijiro were in love would be an understatement. You’d been dating since high school, and were now pro heroes with your own agencies.

After a long day of paperwork at your agency, Eijiro drove by to pick you up. He did this everyday, but it still felt special every time.

The sun was currently setting, and it had rained a bit earlier. It was a beautiful scene, your boyfriend unlocking the car for you as the setting sun reflected off the small puddles. It was such a romantic atmosphere, you almost wanted to ask him to dance with you.

Tonight, Eijiro had promised to take you out for a nice date. As you sat in the passenger seat, he kissed your cheek, and asked you about your day. Yet you couldn’t even focus on his words, because the way he ran his hands though his spiky, red hair mesmerized you.

After a 15 minute drive, you two arrived at a fancy restaurant, decorated with cozy lighting. Eijiro had gotten out of the car to open the passenger door for you. It had brought you back to your first kiss, which had also happened when he opened the passenger door for you on your first date.

It really couldn’t get better than this, could it?