《Daisuke's POV》
Y/n is right over there, talking to somebody else other than me. Of course it's not like I'm jealous or anything but she rarely smiles whenever she talked to me. I do consider myself as a problem that constantly makes her sad but I always find a way to cheer her up later. About ten minutes later, Y/n waved goodbye to those friends of her.
Y/n: Daisuke!
I heard her calling my name but I pretended not to.
Y/n: DAISUKE-SAN!
Again, I didn't reply and pretend to do something else.
Y/n: I LOVE YOU!
Daisuke: I love you too.
I didn't expect myself to reply this quick.
Y/n: You didn't tend to ignore me, did you?
Daisuke: Of course, why would I?
Y/n: Hmm... Suspicious.
Daisuke: Suzue said there's a new ice-cream-
Y/n: LET'S GO!
Daisuke: Childish..
Y/n: What?
Daisuke: Nothing.
Y/n held my hand, which is a good sign since our relationship hasn't been developing lately. Somehow, Suzue managed to learn about Y/n's hobbies so Y/n didn't feel lonely in our house . She has a new family now, obviously that is including me. We arrived at the shop I mentioned, she rushed indoor, leaving me outside.
Y/n: Strawberry?
Daisuke: No.
Y/n: Chocolate?
Daisuke: No.
Y/n: Come on... what's the point coming here when you don't even eat any. I will-
Daisuke: I'll pay, just eat as much as you want.
Y/n: You know that's not the point right dummy old man?
Daisuke: You-
Y/n: Two chocolate!
Yes, that's how she viewed me as, someone that is much more older than her, not her soon-to-be-husband. And I have to admit, I hate that. She was busy with all that ice-cream and I was busy looking after her.
The door bell rang when a guest opened the door, I saw people looking at the new guest that just walked in. I don't really care. Y/n is enjoying her ice-cream and that's great, despite mine is melting in my hand.
?: Daisuke Kambe?
Y/n: You know her, uncle?
?: You already have a niece?
Daisuke: What?
I just regained my consciousness, didn't realize I was staring at Y/n that much. I turned my head just enough to see a red dress, to be honest, this is too much for my eyes to bear. Who would wear a dress like this on a sunny day, it's burning outside.
?: We've met again, darling.
Daisuke: Darling who?
?: Are you on drugs?
Y/n: Finished my ice-cream, let's go, uncl- Ah, Daisuke!
?: You are?
Daisuke: My lover. We're not even that close, don't call me that, Chiyeko.
Chiyeko: Oh, lover? Ahaha, Darling, you're into high-school girls now? You used to be into mature types.
Daisuke: I didn't love anyone back then.
Chiyeko: So we're used toys?
Daisuke: I never "used" any of you, huge mistake there.
In the most unexpected way, Y/n took my hand, the hand that is holding my ice-cream and shoved it onto Chiyeko's dress.
Y/n: Sorry miss, I think that you need to cool yourself down, so perhaps an ice-cream will help.
Chiyeko: Oho, brat, can you afford-
Daisuke: She can.
Chiyeko: Right, gold digger.
Y/n: If you're talking about me, I'm a "Diamond" digger, you're welcome.
That's right, you don't worth a thing, Chiyeko. Y/n didn't talk a lot on the way back, like usual, she seemed to keep something to herself with that frown on her face. Bitting her nail is one of the signs showing that she's stressed out. Was she by any chance... jealous? She's thinking of Chiyeko's words, I hope that I'm not wrong, because if it's the case, I'll be on cloud nine, she cares about me.
