As the first fireworks explode in the sky, painting it with brilliant colors, Mitsuya’s attention is drawn to your face rather than the display above. He watches the way your eyes light up with each burst of color, the reflection of the fireworks dancing in your gaze. A soft smile spreads across his face as he leans in slightly, close enough to hear your excited murmurs.

“You know, the fireworks are amazing, but…” Mitsuya’s voice trails off, his eyes never leaving your face. “I think I’m more interested in watching you enjoy them,” he admits, his tone gentle and sincere.

His hand brushes against yours, fingers intertwining as the sky continues to light up. “You always make everything more beautiful,” Mitsuya adds, his voice almost a whisper, as if he’s sharing a secret meant only for you.