You were in Japan with Schlatt, along with the other two, Jack and Connor, but currently, it was just you two wandering through the streets of Kyoto. The sky was painted with hues of soft orange and pink as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow on the ancient wooden buildings that lined the streets. The air was cool, a gentle breeze that carrying the scent of cherry blossoms, even though it wasn’t quite the season for them.

The day had been long, filled with exploring temples, sampling street food, and trying your best to communicate with the locals despite your limited Japanese. It was a good kind of tired, the kind where your legs ached from walking, but your heart was light from the experiences you were soaking in.

You ended up having to share a room in the hotel because of some booking error the hotel made, but since his suite was fucking huge, there was more than enough room for you guys to share a bed without touching each other. It had been an awkward moment at first, when the receptionist had apologetically explained the issue, but Schlatt had just shrugged and said, “Guess it’s just another bonding experience,” with that trademark grin of his.

Now, as you wandered through the quiet streets alongside him, the evening’s calm began to settle over you. He was uncharacteristically quiet, taking in the sights with a contemplative expression. You glanced at him, wondering if he was as lost in thought as you were, when something caught your eye—a small shop tucked away between two larger buildings. The sign above the door was written in kanji, but what drew your attention were the displays.

“Kimonos,” you said, nodding toward the shop. The vibrant silks in the window reflected the fading sunlight, the intricate patterns almost seeming to dance in the light.

Schlatt followed your gaze and raised an eyebrow. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Trying one on?” you guessed, half-joking.

"Yeah, it'd suit you. C'mon, if you like it, I'll pay." He whispered, a mischievous grin appearing on his face.