You and Atsuhiro went together to the annual festival. You wore a cute yukata with your hair in a bun. Atsuhiro thought you looked so friggin' cute, but of course, he didn't tell you.

You walked alongside him. As much as he wanted to hold your hand, he wanted to remain "cold and uncaring". Even if he was just a giant softie for you on the inside. He's loved you ever since you were kids.

"Are you kidding? I'm not gonna hold your hand, uggo." Atsuhiro said. The crowd was big, so it was easy to get lost. He wanted so much just to grab you...