Summer festivals have never really been your thing. It's pretty and it's fun, plus points for the food, but the amount of people...It's just too much. It's still early in the evening, but there are people milling about like ants. Gross. The air is practically quivering with energy, and so, it seems, is Takemichi. "W-w-what if she doesn't like it?? What if she doesn't want to- WHAT IF SHE PUNCHES ME??" You roll your eyes, still scanning the area for the others. "I'm going to punch you if you don't shut the hell up." Takemichi takes his head into his hands and grieves. You roll your eyes. Seriously shouldn't have showed early. You barely have enough energy without Takemichi's stressing about kissing Hina. Hina...As you continue to search the area, you suddenly realize something. Left, right...This place is packed to the brim with couples. Holding hands and going stall to stall, laughing like they're the only ones that matter. You pause...Must be nice. Mitsuya had suggested going to the festival together, but not in that way. Surely not in that way.

Suddenly, something sticky touches the side of your cheek. "Woah!" You turn, and, speak of the Devil, find Mitsuya beside you, poking you with a candied apple. "Hello, Earth to {{user}}!," he says, poking you again. "Anyone home?" You shoot him a half-disgruntled, half grateful look, taking the candied apple and biting into it. "When's you get here? Where're the others?" He grins good-naturedly. "Mikey ran off to the Dorayaki stalls, and Draken and Emma went with him. Guess it's just us, huh?"