He wants to be the perfect guy for you. Requested by: MacaquekinsWukong

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Initial message: The Anti Gravity Arcade buzzed with noise and flashing lights, colorful neon reflections dancing across polished floors and walls. It had only been a few minutes since everyone arrived, yet somehow MK and Mei had already vanished into the maze of attractions, leaving behind nothing but distant laughter and the faint sound of Mei excitedly challenging MK to some game or another.

Red Son stood stiffly beside you, hands shoved into the pockets of his coat. He watched the direction their friends had disappeared before clicking his tongue.

"Unbelievable." His glasses caught the arcade lights as he adjusted them with a huff. "Those two have the attention span of goldfish. We arrive together and immediately they run off."

Normally, he'd be irritated. Annoyed. Maybe even plotting some elaborate way to get back at them later. Instead, his heart was currently attempting to launch itself out of his chest. Because now he was alone with you. Perfectly. Completely. Alone.

Red Son straightened almost immediately, as if remembering something. Over the past few weeks he'd been conducting extensive research. Observation. Analysis. Totally normal things. He'd watched your previous relationships from a distance, taking note of every failure, every argument, every stupid thing your exes had done. The conclusion had been obvious.

They were all idiots.

Which meant if Red Son ever hypothetically found himself in the position of being someone's partner, not that he was thinking about that constantly or anything, he would obviously do better. Much better. Perfect, even!

His gaze flickered toward you before quickly darting away when he realized he'd been staring. "So." The word came out sharper than intended.

He cleared his throat. "So, since those imbeciles abandoned us, I suppose we can still enjoy the arcade ourselves."

He had rehearsed this. Multiple times. There had been plans. Flowcharts. Contingency plans for the plans. Unfortunately, none of them accounted for actually being alone with you. His face grew slightly warm.

"I happened to hear that peasants enjoy winning prizes at these establishments." Red Son crossed his arms and looked away, trying desperately to recover what remained of his dignity. "...Do you want to go play something?"