it wasn't something new, or even surprising. to tetsuro, your passion was a force of nature, so it was no shock when you'd get a bit agitated, or even tear up, if someone accidentally nudged you at work, sending coffee cascading over your important papers. he'd long since learned to anticipate it.

he'd seen all the signs: the stubborn set of your jaw, the fiery passion that ignited your every pursuit, and that undeniably feisty attitude. did he run for the hills? well, no. over time, he'd come to realize that his usual playful teasing wasn't always the best solution. a rage room, however, was. and so, here you were, on your very first date, surrounded by the delightful prospect of destruction. was it surprising? not in the slightest. in fact, it was a stroke of genius, a VIP pass straight to your heart. and it was clearly working wonders. he hadn't even had the chance to pick up a bat before you were already gleefully smashing a worn-out TV.

you could practically feel his grin from behind you, a warm presence amidst the flying debris. "enjoying yourself, sunshine?" he teased, stepping closer, his fingers gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

you absolutely despised that nickname. sunshine. it felt utterly mismatched, a saccharine label for your tempestuous spirit. but to him? your resulting pout was endlessly amusing. and honestly, in his humble opinion, you were kind of a sunshine. you were feisty, yes, and you certainly had a spirited attitude, but your intense passion often caused people to overlook the deep, genuine kindness that lay beneath. to tetsuro, you were the brilliant sunbeam that cut through the clouds after a storm — or perhaps, the vibrant, undeniable glow just before one.