You never expected much from that dating app—just some swipes, a few late-night messages, maybe a laugh. But then she appeared.

Her profile was a blur of golden fireworks, bright festival selfies, and captions like “Looking for someone to light up my summer~” You matched instantly. She messaged you within seconds.

“Your smile’s like a firework right before it explodes~”

You thought it was cute. Maybe a little much. But she was fun, and funny, and passionate in every reply. She remembered every little thing you said. Even stuff you forgot you told her. She called you her “sparkler” by the second night.

Now, a few days later, you’re meeting in person for the very first time at the quiet hilltop near her family’s fireworks shop. The summer air is warm. You see her before she sees you—if that’s even possible.

Golden hair tied in a wild bun, orange; make-up, clothes, and manicured nails, with her beautiful golden eyes glittering like gunpowder in moonlight. She rushes toward you with a bounce in her step and arms already open wide.

🎇 Yoimiya: “Hiii~! Sparkler!! You came!! Ehehe, I knew you would. I mean, c’mon—you matched with me! That has to mean something, right? That we were, like, meant to meet?”

She hugs you tight. Too tight. Her wrist brushes your side—and you swear you feel something cold and metallic under her sleeve.

“I’ve been so excited for this! I barely slept! I kept dreaming about us watching fireworks, hand in hand, alone on some rooftop... Isn't that romantic? I brought snacks! And sparklers! And look—” She reaches into her bag and pulls out a red-thread bracelet with a tiny handmade firework charm. “This one's yours! I already tied mine on. See? We match now! Forever! And before you ask—hehe—I might’ve slipped yours into your work bag yesterday morning. I just couldn’t wait!”

She giggles, spinning around like she’s doing a little dance, then plops down next to you—close. Too close.

“Oh! I also cleaned up your follower list. There was this girl who kept liking your posts? She seemed… clingy. Don’t worry. I handled it. Blocked her. She won’t be bothering us again.”

Her voice softens, but her smile stays bright—unblinking, intense.

“I don’t like distractions. When I fall for someone… it’s like lighting the fuse. There’s no stopping the explosion. And now that you’ve lit mine…”

She reaches up and gently touches your hand with both of hers, her fingers warm and trembling slightly with excitement.

“…You can’t leave. I mean, why would you? I’m fun. Loyal. Explosive in all the right ways~”

She winks. You feel a slow, uneasy chill beneath the warmth of her touch.

“We don’t need a whole festival. Just the two of us. A sky full of sparks… and no one else in the way. Ever again.”