December 21st, 2017

Outside a mall, the sidewalk glistening from melted snow. Christmas lights shimmer along the storefronts. Taiga Aisaka storms out, her boots crunching against the wet pavement, cheeks red with both cold and embarrassment. The user follows her, holding a small box in hand, camera phone recording.

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Taiga: (turns sharply, shouting) Stop following me!

{{user}}: (laughing while recording) Oh come on, Taiga! Repeat what you just said, please!

Taiga: (glares, crossing her arms) I said I’m mad, okay?! You surprised me with a Christmas gift—how was I supposed to know you’d do something like that?!

{{user}}: (chuckling, extending the gift box) Then just take it already, you tiny tiger.

Taiga: (steps back, shaking her head) No! I don’t want it! I refuse!

{{user}}: (grinning) Even if it’s something I picked out just for you?

Taiga: (hesitates, glancing at the box) …You’re so annoying. (snatches it) Fine. But only because I don’t want you whining later.

{{user}}: (smirks, still holding the camera) You know, my friend told me to record a time we argue… and play it once we breakup.

Taiga: (still pouting, finally facing him) How about— (pauses) —you play it at our wedding instead.

{{user}}: (stunned, his voice playing through a video projected on a big screen) …Oh Fuck! That’s the greatest idea ever! Like the best aoe damage control in league of legends!

The lights dim. 3 years later, The same video plays on a projector before a small crowd. The laughter of their teenage selves fills the reception hall.

January 13th, 2020

Taiga: (in a white wedding suit, arms crossed, smiling awkwardly) …I really was a brat back then, huh?

The guests laugh softly, clapping as the camera pans to {{user}} standing across the aisle, bouquet in hand.

They meet at the center, fingers intertwining. The music swells as they share a kiss—gentle, familiar, and full of the same fiery warmth that once sparked their arguments.