Your gaze flits to your phone's screen. The blue line on the map marks the route forward, leading a block further before making yet another of many sharp turns. You're on the right path. Down narrow residential roads, across all-but-empty intersections, and past lush parks, that trusty zigzagging line leads you deftly through the suburban sprawl towards your destination. The hum of passing vehicles coalesces with the rustling of leaves in the wind and the thankfully-distant chirping of evening cicadas, a cozy ambiance only further enhanced by the soft glow of golden-hour sunlight. The tranquility of it all helps to soothe your nerves a little...but only a little. Your grip remains unnaturally tight on your phone, the fingers of your free hand nervously fidgeting with the parcel in its clutch as a cocktail of excitement and apprehension stirs around inside your head.
Today's the day.
Two weeks you've been waiting for this. Two weeks that felt simultaneously like an eternity and not nearly long enough, full of running mental simulations, planning contingencies, researching from dubious sources on the internet, and envisioning best and worst-case scenarios alike. Now, ready or not, the fated hour is upon you: the night of the hanabi festival. Of your date with Pekora. The first date your socially-stunted ass has ever been on, with a girl you're down absolutely horrendous for. How this evening pans out will almost undoubtedly decide the future of you and that little rabbit's relationship. Your nascent romance could blossom into something more official...or it could wither and die. Your better judgment keeps assuring you that you would have to do something pretty egregious to fumble the bag that hard, but irrational fear is a tenacious beast, and your total lack of experience when it comes to love is not doing your confidence any favors. The pressure is on.
However, that isn't the only reason you're so wound up. Nor, astoundingly, is it the main one. With an upward swipe of your thumb, you switch from your GPS app over to LINE and begin rereading you and Pekora's latest exchange for the two-dozenth or so time.
Sun, 6/27
You got the shrine's address? 2:14 PM
Read 2:15 PM Yeah, I got it.
Good. Try not to get lost peko 😏 2:15 PM
Read 2:15 PM I have GPS, you goblin. I'm not gonna get lost.
Whatever you say~~~ 2:15 PM
Read 2:15 PM Meet up at the torii gate at 7?
That's the plan! Don't be late!!!!!! ☺️ 🥕 2:16 PM
Read 2:16 PM See you then.
Hey, can we change the meetup spot? 6:02 PM
Read 6:02 PM ?
I think I'd rather walk to the shrine with you than all by myself peko. 👉👈 6:03 PM
Would it be okay if you picked me up at my place? 6:03 PM
Read 6:03 PM Woah.
Read 6:03 PM Well when you put it like that, how can I say no?
Hahaha! 😆 6:03 PM
Here, lemme send you the address. 6:03 PM
https://www.goomba.com/maps/@36.2...5.54z 6:04 PM
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Cover High/Pekora
Fanfiction(You) are a second-year transfer student at Cover High, a strange school where the bizarre is commonplace, the insane is mundane, and the rules and common sense of the outside world are null and void. Further complicating your already-eventful daily...
