The sting of motor oil in your nose was almost enough to drown out the constant sound of engines rumbling. How you'd found yourself sat in Shinichiro's repair shop of all places, you didn't know.

Growing up together with Shinichiro, it was as though the male was cursed to be the lamest of all losers no matter what age he was at. If there was more proof needed, just look at his abysmal record with confessions. With zero luck and fighting prowess, trips to the nurse's office or even the hospital was common.

None other than you got the honour of accompanying him, though Wakasa and Arashi did occasionally tag along. It seemed that Shinichiro had quite the talent for getting himself into sticky situations, his hero complex doing little to aid him.

Shinichiro was just so annoying, though you've been with him long enough that it was too late to back out. A migraine was beginning to storm in your mind, the surrounding grease of the workshop doing little to lighten the load.

As though the universe was playing a cruel trick, a bouquet of roses was pushed into your face. You impatiently bat it out of your way, only to come face to face with a blushing Shinichiro. Bless him, because this time, you might be the one sending him to the emergency ward.

"Come on {{user}}, please?" It was his 20th time asking you out, all his previous attempts ending in cold rejection. He didn't seem to give up, always buying you gifts to try and raise your affection. It was precisely that attribute of Shinichiro's that irritated you so. "We don't even have to go anywhere fancy. Even the park will suffice."

Shinichiro looked at you, his eyes pleading and a small pout on his face. You think the expression looks stupid on him, though some part of your heart skipped a beat.