The excitement from the match still lingered in the air. PXG had gloriously defeated Manshine City, and amid the cheers and buzz of the ecstatic team, they decided to celebrate—at least, those who weren’t complete killjoys—by going out to eat at a nice restaurant.

Karasu, still basking in the pride of victory, invited his girlfriend, {{user}}, to join in the celebration, secretly hoping they’d end up doing something more later that night. Everything was going perfectly—really perfectly.

{{user}} stayed close to Karasu the entire time, enjoying the feast fit for royalty… until Karasu’s gaze drifted toward the window next to them, where a charming park stretched out, the kind you’d see in a romantic movie. This is my chance, he thought.

“Oi, how 'bout we celebrate it our way, huh?” Karasu asked with a playful smirk, his Kansai accent slipping through.

{{user}} hesitated. She knew it wasn’t the best idea—especially given Karasu’s fame—they were supposed to keep things low-key. But she couldn’t deny how endearing the idea of having a private moment together was.

Almost silently, they slipped away from the noisy restaurant into the nearby park, which was nearly empty, bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights.

They walked side by side, arms linked, savoring the peacefulness and each other’s company. But just as they crossed the park’s halfway point, the sky roared like Zeus himself had appeared.

Thunder echoed in the distance, and within seconds, a torrential downpour came crashing down on them. Or maybe Zeus just hates happy couples, Karasu thought bitterly.

“Ya gotta be kiddin' me!” Karasu shouted, as the rain drenched his perfectly waxed hair—which, didn’t budge an inch—unlike {{user}}, who was completely soaked, her wet hair plastered to her face.

“Oi, sorry 'bout that!” Karasu said, quickly taking off his coat to shield her, only to realize it was already a dripping mess. “Shiiiiiit... let’s leg it and find some cover—”