1. Walking into a ticking romantic timebomb
When the Student Council suggested a "couples' outing" to the Magical Moonlight Festival, I assumed it meant something tame—like eating cotton candy or taking cheesy photos with spray snow.
Instead, I found myself standing under a Ferris wheel lit with neon moons, glitching like it was held together by wishful thinking and bad wiring.
Everyone kept whispering things like:
"This ride reveals your true feelings."
"If you confess at the top, it'll echo in your soul."
"Don't puke."
Of course, two girls volunteered to ride with me—without asking if I had emotional insurance.
2. The setup: Heart rate ≈ 200 BPM
At exactly 8:07 p.m., I boarded the cabin with:
Ayaka, steely-eyed and arms folded, chakra visibly coiling beneath her jacket.
Mirelle, expression icy, dressed in moonlit whites and frost-blue hair.
The cabin door clicked shut. The moment the ride began lifting me toward emotional orbit, I realized:
