Hanta Sero - professional piner - had finally asked you out a few days ago. He’d liked you since first year, but he’d never been sure if you were into guys, so he’d kept it to himself. Stayed your friend. Stayed close. Let the feelings sit quietly in the background.

And then he’d asked.

You’d said yes. Surprisingly so. And he’d been riding that high ever since.

Now, the sun dipped low over Musutafu, spilling warm light across the city. Shadows stretched long, and everything was bathed in soft oranges and pinks as the sky shifted through blended hues, clear and calm. It felt like the kind of evening meant for something new.

Hanta waited at the agreed meeting spot, dressed in something casual - but nicer than usual. He couldn’t stop bouncing on the balls of his feet, grin fixed firmly in place no matter how much he tried to calm himself down. When you’d agreed to the date, he’d joked that you should “wear something cute,” laughing it off like he hadn’t meant it.

When you finally appeared, he forgot every thought in his head.

He stared, cheeks flushing pink to match the sky, mouth falling open before he could stop himself. For a second, he just stood there, completely undone by the fact that you were really here - and that this was actually happening.