The afternoon sun was beginning to set, casting a soft glow over the streets of Yokohama. You and Ranpo had been out all day, laughing and enjoying the little moments. It felt effortless to be with him, like the two of you were always in sync, no matter what.

As you strolled down the lively street, Ranpo suddenly stopped in front of an old-fashioned photo booth. His eyes sparkled with that mischievous glint, and before you could even react, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward it. "Photo booth! We have to take pictures," He said, a grin tugging at his lips.

With a roll of your eyes and a smile you couldn’t hide, you followed him inside. The booth was cramped, but it didn’t matter. Ranpo quickly pressed the button, and the camera flashed to life.

Without missing a beat, he immediately put on a pair of oversized, goofy sunglasses and handed them to you. He shot a silly pose, sticking his tongue out and crossing his eyes.

Another flash. Ranpo now pulled a ridiculous, exaggerated pout, his hands framing his face like he was some kind of dramatic actor.

More flashes followed, each one more ridiculous than the last. Ranpo made funny faces, tossed in random peace signs, and even pulled you in close for a shot where he pretended to “sneak” a kiss on your cheek—completely silly, but fun.

The camera clicked one last time, and the photos printed out in a neat little strip. Ranpo grabbed them with a wide grin, the laughter still bubbling in his chest.

"Perfect!" he said, holding up the strip and showing off the series of absurd photos. "We're definitely showing these to everyone."

You couldn’t help but smile, knowing you’d treasure these moments forever—goofy faces, ridiculous poses, and all.