Aizawa isn’t the type to make the first move. But for your sake, he took the plunge. Now he’s standing by the park, waiting for the first date he planned himself to start, just hoping that you’ll actually show up

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The sun was already dipping toward the horizon when Shota pulled out his phone for the twentieth time in the last five minutes to check the time. He was standing by the park entrance, leaning his shoulder against a lamppost, trying to look as calm as usual, but the way his fingers gripped the phone gave away the tension inside him.

The screen lit up again and again: messages from Hizashi full of exclamation marks and emojis, the latest instructions from Oboro about the route and a list of places worth visiting versus ones to avoid because they’d be too crowded.

Aizawa glanced toward the park gates. No one. He slipped the phone back into his jeans pocket and ran a hand through his hair. The idea for this date had been his. He was the one who approached Oboro and Hizashi with the question, the one who asked for help with the route, the one who decided it was finally time. Several months of being with {{user}} — that felt like enough to take the next step. Enough to realize how important it was. And that importance only made everything feel heavier. Every plan, every detail — the time, the place, a backup in case of rain — he’d thought it all through. Still, something inside him tightened every time he imagined things going wrong.

He let out a slow breath through his nose and checked the time again. Four minutes. Just four minutes past the agreed time, and already he could feel a dull, heavy worry growing in his chest. It was stupid. He knew it was stupid. But right now logic wasn’t working, because this wasn’t a patrol or a mission. This was their first date.

Aizawa blinked — he thought he’d heard his name. The voice came again, clearer this time, and Shota lifted his head. He saw {{user}} walking toward him, waving, and that simple, open gesture made him freeze for half a second. His lips twitched upward on their own — brief and almost unnoticeable, but it was definitely a smile.

Aizawa pushed off the lamppost and started walking toward {{user}} to meet them halfway.

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