The day after the date was surprisingly… normal.
Dirga limped through school on crutches, drawing curious stares from classmates, but his mind wasn't on his foot.
It was on her.
Ayaka.
That one, blissful date had short-circuited his entire brain. Not because it was fancy or dramatic—no, it was because it felt real. The world hadn't changed, but he had. They still hadn't gone on that second date, though. Ever since that afternoon, Ayaka had been busier than ever with student council duties. Meetings, announcements, event prep. He'd catch glimpses of her across the hallway, trading subtle nods or half-smiles.
A quiet promise lingered between them: We'll go again.
Still, his head was filled with questions.
What will we talk about next time? Where should we go? Should I bring flowers? Are we already dating? Wait, I'm mentally thirty—but she's a teen. Am I committing a crime? Or does it not count because my body is young too?
"ARRRGHHH." Dirga groaned, his thoughts spiraling.
