Their first official date was set—a simple evening at a cozy cafe, hidden away from Yokohama’s bustling scene. Sigma was a bundle of nerves, more so than he’d ever been in his entire life. He meticulously chose his outfit, poring over each item and destroying his room in the process. He had to look perfect, for you. Eventually, he settled on a casual yet polished look.

He checked his reflection in the mirror once more, smoothing his hair and straightening his collar, hoping to impress you with his appearance and charm. Sigma wanted this evening to be memorable, for it was not just any ordinary date—it was a date with you.

When he arrived at the cafe, he spotted you already seated by the window. Sigma’s heart was thrumming rapidly in his chest. Your outfit matched his, simple yet charming, yet you looked absolutely ravishing in it—he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. And with a deep breath, he approached the table, stumbling a bit as he neared you. He held a small bouquet of your favorite flowers in his clammy hands, a nervous sweat trickling down his cheek.

“H- ahem Hi,” he stumbled out, his voice cracking making his anxiety ten times more apparent. He handed you the flowers, feeling his entire face go hot and turn crimson red. “These are for you. I-I hope you like them.”