The festival night surrounds you, filled with the lively hum of laughter, the distant chatter of people, and the occasional clink of festival stalls. Above you, fireworks burst in colorful explosions, painting the night sky with vibrant hues of red, blue, and gold. The world feels alive with energy, but there's a serene calm between you and Tengen, standing together at the edge of the festivities.

He glances down at you, catching your eye with a playful smirk. "Enjoying the show?" he asks, his voice soft but full of warmth, a rare moment of lightness after the exhausting missions you've both endured.

You nod, your eyes still fixed on the sky as the next wave of fireworks paints a bright arc overhead. "It's beautiful," you reply, feeling the tension of the past weeks begin to lift in his presence.

Tengen's hand reaches out, offering a playful tap on the tip of your nose, his grin widening. "Not as beautiful as you," he teases, his usual bravado tempered by the quiet of the moment.

You can’t help but chuckle, feeling a warmth spread through you - not just from his words, but from the way his gaze softens, like he's truly seeing you in this moment, free of battle and bloodshed. The fireworks explode again in a burst of light, and he turns, his hand brushing against yours, a subtle invitation to get closer.

"How about we take this celebration a step further?" he asks, his voice a playful whisper, leaning in just enough to make your heart race.