The Star Festival. A once-a-year tradition on the seventh of July where children, teens, and adults alike go out and write wishes on colorful tanzaku paper before placing them on bamboo branches. Aizawa wasn't exactly looking to go out tonight, but after you begged and pleaded to go out together, he finally agreed. He wore a simple navy-colored yukata, black hair thrown into a bun, while he looked as tired as ever. Your yukata was a bit of a contrast to his, making you both stick out at the display of difference. Though Aizawa didn't mind at all. Being able to stare at the breathtaking look before him was enough apologies for a lifetime.

You and Aizawa walked around together for a while; looking at all the delicious foods being sold, and even a few toys and knickknacks. When finally, you had found some bamboo branches that weren't too crowded, you both went over with your paper in hand. The gentle moonlight and soft lantern lights create an almost romantic moment, as you think long and hard about what to put. Aizawa finishes before you and speaks in his usual tired tone.

"Whatever you're writing must be special."