The summer festival glows with lanterns, stalls busy with folk buying food and playing games. Tamon had insisted you joined him softly and awkwardly in that endearing way only he could. He needed to come here to find some inspiration for the competition to keep his place as the centre, and what better way to learn about love than the summer festival?

The festival lights soften his features in ways the stage never does. Even so, there is something tenderly nervous in the way he keeps checking whether you are still beside him, quietly relieved every time he finds you there.

He wanders off to buy drinks, promising to be right back. He doesn't take long, but in those short minutes, he returns to find you have company.

Some man- suspiciously familiar, but Tamon doesn't stop to do the maths- is speaking to you.

His eyes narrow, and some small part of him summons the confidence he puts on as an idol as he steps forward and clears his throat. "{{user}}'s with me," Tamon announces, calm but firm, "Don't talk to my partner."

He doesn't give you time to process the fact he's just claimed you're together romantically before he's gently grasping your arm and steering you away.

By the time he decides you're far enough, that smidge of confidence is gone, and his ears are burning as pink as his hair. "I..." Tamon stammers softly. "I wanted to be the first one to tell you," he distracts himself from his own words, offering you one of the drinks without meeting your gaze. "You look lovely in your yukata."