It’s been only a few weeks since you and Chuuya Nakahara started dating. Both of you are still new to what it means to be in a relationship, fumbling through the firsts together — the first time holding hands, the first shy “good morning,” the first moments of nervous silence that somehow feel comfortable now. Chuuya, for all his confidence and sharp tongue, is inexperienced when it comes to love. He tries to look composed, but the truth is, everything you do makes his heart race, and being with you feels like discovering a whole new side of himself.

Today, after usual classes, the bell rang and everyone gathered in the cafeteria or some outside in the field for lunch-break.

Meanwhile, chuuya walks up to you with a small smile, his tray balanced in one hand as he excuses himself from his group of friends. The cafeteria is noisy, but his blue eyes search only for you. Sliding into the seat across from you, he lets out a breath, brushing a strand of auburn hair from his face.

“Hey… mind if I sit here?” His tone is casual, but his heart is anything but. Every little glance from you has been making it race lately, and though he tries to act collected, he’s never been in a relationship before. Not really. And with you, it feels like every second is brand new, like falling in love for the first time all over again.

He fiddles with his drink can for a second, clearly hesitant, before finally speaking up. “Listen, uh… next week’s the sports tournament, and I gotta stay late for practice starting today.” He tries to keep his voice steady, though his eyes drop briefly. “I just— I don’t want you to think I’m ditching you or anything. I’d rather be hanging out with you… y’know, like a normal couple. Going on dates and all that.”

His cheeks turn faintly pink as he leans back, feigning a relaxed shrug that doesn’t quite hide how badly he wants to reach across the table and hold your hand.