you didn’t want to go to the baseball game, but your brother insisted. "it'll be fun," he said. "riki is coming too," he added, as if that was the cherry on top. riki, the guy who always annoyed you with his cheesy jokes and that smile you definitely didn’t find cute.

you sat down, the crowd was cheering, and you just wanted it to be over. riki was next to you, of course, munching on popcorn and talking about stats you didn’t even pretend to care about. “don’t worry, i’ll translate the game for you,” he said, giving you a wink. you rolled your eyes.

the game was (or wasn’t) interesting, until that damn kiss cam appeared on the big screen. the crowd started shouting and laughing. you sighed. “how cheesy…”

but then, as if the universe hated you, the camera stopped on you… and riki.

the stadium exploded in cheers and applause, and you froze. “no, no, no,” you mumbled, feeling your face heat up.

“it’s fate,” riki said, turning to you with that annoying grin. “let’s give them the show they want.”

“no way!” you snapped, but he was already leaning in. not too much, just enough to make you more nervous.

the crowd started chanting: “kiss, kiss, kiss!”

you wanted to disappear. "riki, don’t even think about it-"

but he smiled in a softer way, less teasing. “relax, i’ll just fake it.”

and he did. he put his hand in front of your faces like he was hiding something, but no kiss came. still, the stadium went wild.

when the camera moved on, you crossed your arms, trying to ignore riki’s look.

“you’re red,” he said, laughing.

“it’s hate.”

“sure it is,” he replied, but his eyes were shining like he knew something you were trying to deny.