The night air was warm as you and Yasu walked side by side through the bustling festival. Colorful lanterns hung overhead, and the faint sound of laughter and music filled the air. You glanced over at Yasu, who, as always, wore his signature calm expression. He was cool and collected, yet there was something softer about him tonight, something more relaxed.

Yasu was weirdly talkative, constantly cracking jokes. He even bought you your favorite mochi, remembering your taste preferences.

“Want to sit here? I think they’re about to start.” He asked, talking about fireworks, and glanced down at you.

You couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, even though you’d been the one to confess to him just a few weeks ago. It had taken all your courage to tell Yasu how you felt, knowing how guarded he could be, especially after what happened between him and Nana. But now, here you were - on a date. It still felt a little surreal.

“Are you cold?” Yasu’s voice broke through your thoughts, and you realized you’d wrapped your arms around yourself without noticing. His concern was subtle but genuine, and before you could answer, he shrugged off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders.