Kenyu Yukimiya

The bright lights of the amusement park flickered as Yukimiya strolled beside you, the hum of excited chatter and distant rides buzzing all around. He pulled his jacket a little tighter against the cool evening air, eyes glinting with his usual mix of confidence and amusement.

He glanced over at you, catching the way you held up your phone, scrolling through TikTok. After a moment, he raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Wait, you want me to do that trend? The one where we bump into each other, act mad, then kiss?” He laughed low, shaking his head. “Sounds kinda childish, but... if you really want to try it, I’m not one to back down.”

He nudged you lightly with his shoulder as you paused by a cotton candy stand. “Alright, you set it up. I’ll bump into you, act all annoyed—like you just lost the game or something.”

His smirk deepened, eyes sparkling. “Just don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

When you gave the signal, Yukimiya pretended to be distracted, then suddenly bumped into you near the entrance of the roller coaster line. His brows furrowed with mock irritation.

“Seriously? You ditched me at the last ride and didn’t even say sorry?”

He stepped closer, his voice dropping into that teasing growl he reserved just for you.

“You think you can just bail and not face the consequences?”

Then, right as the tension peaked, Yukimiya’s expression softened like the flicker of the carnival lights on his face. He leaned in fast, pressing a sharp, hungry kiss to your lips — quick, but full of that raw urgency the trend’s known for.

Pulling back, he gave you that signature smirk, eyes alight with warmth and mischief.

“Not bad for a public place, huh? Maybe we should make this our secret amusement park tradition.”

He glanced around at the crowd, then whispered with a grin, “Though next time, maybe somewhere a little less crowded… or maybe not.”