#cherry magic fic

[missamori]

I am… cautiously optimistic that I’ll have the next cherry magic chapter uploaded today or tmm (・・。)ゞ

[incandescentflower]

WIP TAG GAME

tagged by @galauvant thank you for the tag! (and the word 😊)

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

The word I was given was PINES.

Pat couldn’t help but be curious what that was about. It always took a little bit to get Pran to share what was on his mind. And usually he did. Pat didn’t feel like Pran was a mystery. But there were still blank spots, like what happened at boarding school, that Pat didn’t feel like he knew much about. 

"It’s time right now,” Sangwoo said, tapping his foot as if inpatient.  Jaeyoung almost asked time for what when it hit him. The schedule.

None of the others at the table seemed phased by the intimacy between them. It was clear that it was part of the status quo. They were in a relationship. Yohan took a swig of his drink, gulping the rest down. Gaon’s interest in men, and this man in particular, should have no bearing on Yohan and his next steps. 

Everything simply clicked into place. Like there was always a spot for Po waiting in Thame’s life, but now he finally stepped into it.

Still Karan wasn’t sure. Could Achi seeing Karan's dream and feeling his attraction toward him make Achi feel that way too? Or was that only be possible if there was at least a part of him that would be interested in Karan that way?

tagging @stickers-on-a-laptop @dimplesandfierceeyes @pokomumee @sunshinedobi @dancing-out-in-space and @tenillypo as people I think are still actively writing (and only if you want to play)

I liked L's choice so this time I am picking YEARN.

[poetry-protest-pornography]

For a drabble: Cherry Magic (no preference btwn Kurodachi and KaranAchi) and an ice cream date pls 😁👉👈

I miss these two 😭

(this is not as sexy as the title suggests, sorry lol)

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Sweet Like Ice Cream

Sometimes, Karan misses when Achi could read his mind, his feelings feel too big to put into words if he has to say them out loud.

Like right now, watching Achi chase a melty trail of ice cream as it trickles down his fingers, and Karan is overwhelmed with the dueling feelings of bone deep love at how absolutely adorable his husband is, and an almost painful urge to take Achi’s hand and lick the sweet stickiness from his skin, to follow the path of would take down further and suck at the warm pulse in Achi’s wrist, to watch Achi watching him chase the taste of his skin under the mango and coconut.

Achi looks at him then, his hand still hovering in front of his face and an embarrassed smile teasing at his lips, and Karan thinks he could propose again right now.

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Sometimes, Achi misses being able to read Karan’s mind, misses the reassurance of the constant stream of adoration he could hear when they touched. Not that Karan isn't more than generous with his words, but still, he misses it on occasion.

Just now though, he doesn't need to be able to read his mind to know what he's thinking, the way Karan is looking at him makes him shiver in a way that has nothing to do with the ice cream slipping between his fingers.

He vaguely notices Karan's own ice cream dish sitting half melted and clearly forgotten, and can't help but smirk, licking the back of his hand deliberately while watching Karan's eyes follow the movement.

“I think I'm done with this,” he says slowly, suppressing a laugh when Karan's eyes snap to his as though he's been caught at something naughty.

“O-oh? Are you sure?” Karan stutters out.

Achi reaches out with his clean hand and cups Karan's face, leaning in and bringing they're faces close enough that his breath fans against Karan's lips. “Let's go home, sweetheart.”

When Karan nods dazedly for a moment before scrambling to clean up, Achi doesn't bother hiding his laugh.

[aylinaliens]

will you share your life with me (for the next ten lifetimes)— chapter 1

Fandom: Cherry Magic

Pairings: Kurosawa/Adachi

Summary: Kurosawa likes to watch his fiancé sleep, simply because he wanted to make up for the seven years he had to spend pining from afar. Adachi likes it when Kurosawa watches him sleep—so he decides to make it crystal clear one morning. 

Word Count: 1450

Notes: kurosawa literally spends this whole entire one shot freaking out over how cute his fiancé is. seriously. that’s it. that’s the plot. just kurosawa going on one monologue after another about how much he ~loves~ adachi. he also has a lil insecure spiral because !!! our boy is a mess. anyways, i decided to post just one big fic for all my one shots and drabbles about Kurosawa, Adachi, and the rest of the Cherry Magic crew because i have so many just chilling in my drafts. Feel free to send in any request for prompts if you so desire!   

Read it on Ao3 or down below!

Before they started to date, back when Adachi only saw Kurosawa as just a coworker, this particular image would frequently show up in his dreams. He always fantasized about waking up next to Adachi. It was so mundane and so simple, yet Kurosawa found himself aching with desire for it.

Now that they were living together, Kurosawa had the pleasure of waking up next to his lover every morning. He thought that after a year or so the giddiness he felt would dissipate but it never did. In fact, it only grew stronger. 

Kurosawa was so used to waking up at the crack of dawn that even if he were to set off the alarm, he would still naturally wake up before the sun had even risen. But instead of getting out of bed to do something productive, Kurosawa would stay in bed, staring at his boyfriend. Every day without he would discover yet another reason to fall helplessly in love with Adachi.

Seven years. That was how long Kurosawa spent staring at Adachi from afar, that was how long he spent pining. He was so used to averting his gaze those seven years in fear of being discovered that he was almost overwhelmed when they started dating. Now, Kurosawa could stare at his boyfriend, fiancé, as long as he wanted to. If he wanted to spend twenty minutes straight tracing the wrinkles that had developed on Adachi’s forehead due to his inability of not using his whole entire face to express every little emotion he was feeling. Kurosawa very well could.

Today Kurosawa found himself drawn to the delicate curve of Adachi’s lips and then his eyelashes. He made sure to keep his touches feather light and gentle, silently hoping that this would not rouse him from his deep slumber. Kurosawa doubted that that Adachi would wake up from this, though. He was a heavy sleeper by nature. One time while Kurosawa was making breakfast, he accidentally dropped a glass pitcher to the ground in his haste to turn off the stove before his Tamagoyaki burns. He thought for sure that the loud noise would wake Adachi up, but he remained knocked out cold. 

Besides, even if Adachi were to wake up and catch Kurosawa in the act of tracing every little freckle on his face, he would have not been surprised. Kurosawa did this so often that by now Adachi was used to it. When he did happen to wake up and see what Kurosawa was doing, he would just flush pink before letting his eyes flutter shut, feigning sleepiness. Sometimes Adachi would stare at Kurosawa while he slept too, except when he was caught he would practically bolt from the bed in embarrassment.

Cute, Kurosawa would think to himself. Adachi was the cutest person that Kurosawa has ever had the pleasure of encountering in his thirty-three years on this earth.

He was perhaps just a tad bit biased, seeing as Kurosawa was so indescribably overcome with love for his fiancé that he even thought Adachi drooling in his sleep was adorable. 

Kurosawa brushed one of his fingertips over Adachi’s top lip before doing the same to his bottom. They were still a bit red and swollen from their little impromptu make out session before bed. Adachi was the one who initiated it last night, much to Kurosawa’s delight. Even if he was exhausted from a long day of work he was not about to pass up Adachi when he was like this. He was being clingy.  

Kurosawa was unsurprisingly the clingy one in their relationship but that did not mean that Adachi was not affectionate. Kurosawa felt as if he always had to touch Adachi. Most of the time, the touches were casual and definitely not tinged with anything sexual in nature. He just liked touching Adachi—simple as that. 

He liked it when they curled up on the touch reading Ragna Crimson together, fingers interlocked, and limbs tangled up together. 

He liked pressing a kiss against Adachi’s forehead mid conversation for no apparent reason.

He liked sneaking up behind Adachi as he was washing dishes and hugging him behind. He would prop his head against Adachi’s shoulder and whisper sweet nothings that were full of cheesy and mushy declarations of love.

He liked accidentally brushing his fingertips against Adachi’s own as they passed each other in the office. They were still not out to anyone besides Fujisaki and Rokkaku in the office, but no one seemed to care enough to decipher why the grins they had on their face afterwards. 

He liked it when Adachi would slip his hand into Kurosawa as they were walking home from work or out doing various errands.

He liked coming home from a long day of work and flopping down on the bed next to Adachi. Sometimes they were too tired to change out of their suits so they would just lay next to each other in silence, so comfortable in each other’s presence that they could communicate with the simplest of touches.

Even when they were old and grey Kurosawa knew that he would still feel like this. He hoped that Adachi would too.

Kurosawa turned his attention to Adachi’s eyelashes instead. He used to think that Adachi must have had extensions or something because no one in real life has eyelashes that long and soft.

Well, except Adachi apparently.

As he softly touched Adachi’s eyelashes, Kurosawa fought the urge to lean over and kiss him. On his lips. On his cheeks. On the tip of his nose. On his eyelids. On his forehead. Everywhere.

And that is exactly what he said out loud.

“Kiyoshi.” Kurosawa let out a sigh. “My angel. Hurry and wake up so I can kiss you.” 

Kurosawa was just about to touch Adachi’s soft lips again but before he could they began to move.

“I am awake.” Adachi croaked out, voice dry from disuse and thick with sleep. “And you can. Kiss me.” Adachi kept his eyes shut but it was clear that he was awake.

Kurosawa let his own eyes flutter shut as he tried to calm the pounding in his chest. He nibbled on his lip for a few seconds before replying. “How long have you been awake?”

“Since your alarm—” Adachi broke off mid-sentence to yawn. “—went off.”

“That was nearly an hour ago!” Kurosawa gaped in surprise. “You were awake this whole time? Why didn’t you say something?”

“I wanted to see how long you were going to do this.” 

Normally Kurosawa was rarely embarrassed by being caught in the act but for some reason he was downright flustered right now. He did not understand why he was so shy about this, but he eventually chalked it up due to the fact that this was perhaps the longest amount of time he had spent staring at Adachi while he was sleeping.

Even though their relationship was stable and strong, sometimes that insecure voice in Kurosawa’s head would make him fearful that everything would soon come crumbing down. What if Adachi realized just how much of a fool Kurosawa was? What if he woke up one day and discovered that maybe, possibly, Kurosawa was not worth it—not worth the hassle? That was partially why Kurosawa spent so much time looking at Adachi. He wanted to memorize every single line and spot on Adachi’s face in case they would have to part one day. He wanted to sear Adachi’s image into his brain so that he would never forget anything.

“Still.” Kurosawa nibbled down on his lips again. “You should have said something.”  

The conversation lulled into a comfortable silence for a few moments until Adachi cleared his throat, popped open his eyes, and rolled over to the side. He stared at Kurosawa for a few seconds before scooting close enough so that he could wrap his fiancé in a hug. “I like when you watch me, Kurosawa.” Adachi’s face was pressed against the fabric of Kurosawa’s shirt, so his voice was muffled as he spoke. 

Was it possible that Adachi could somehow tell that Kurosawa was spiraling right now? Adachi was so terrified about losing his mind reading abilities but clearly he was worried for nothing. He was even better than Kurosawa at picking up subtle shifts in expression and body language. Sometimes he was wrong, but Kurosawa was far from perfect too. It was okay that they had the occasional mess up, those mess ups is what made them real and human. “I’m not leaving you, okay?”

“Promise?” Kurosawa whispered. 

Instead of verbally replying, Adachi just kissed Kurosawa’s chest, right against where his heart was thump, thump, thumping. 

Promise. 

[sortofgetit]

Rec’tober 2021 - day 30

In Want of a Wife - @creativityobsessed

Cherry Magic | Urable/OC | Asexuality | 11k+ words

I’m not usually one to get into fics tagged with OCs in the main pairing, but I will happily make this an exception. It takes the idea that perhaps Urabe knows more than he’s letting on about the urban legend and runs with it in the most delightful and well fleshed out way. Absolutely worth checking out!

[effiedraws08]

I Want You For a Lifetime

This year, for the first time ever, I took part in a mini bang event for the Cherry Magic fandom! I was really nervous at first but I’m so glad to have been grouped with such sweet and talented individuals! Hammering out the three pieces over the course of a couple of months was quite a challenge, but the team was nothing but supportive and helpful, and I’m really happy with the end result!

Much love to @yuneyn​, the amazing writer of the fic, and my co-artist, the incredible @mueblecito​! If you love some good fluff please check out the fic below, and also give some love for @mueblecito's artwork too!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33331138

[kurodachimagic]

Chocolate and Cherries - Chapter 1

Summary: When Adachi falls into the arms of a kind stranger his life changes for the better.

Rating: Pg 13

Tags/warnings: Fluff, getting together, au, Writer Adachi, Chef Kurosawa.

Word count: 6.2k

A/n: This story was written for the cherry magic mini bang! Thank you @hiwatari-art for inviting me to join! Had a lovely time working with you as always. Thank you to my other artist over on twitter guacagabs. The entire story is being posted right now. Thank you to @schnaf for being a great friend and beta!

Read on ao3

Adachi dragged his feet on the pavement as he made his way home from work. He was already too exhausted to start his writing day with the best mindset but it would have to do. He’d already skipped four days this week and if he didn’t actually sit down to work on his book, it would never be published. He let out a deep sigh and shook his head slightly.

The situation was not ideal by any means, he was not great at cooking and it was already too late to start dinner, but he definitely needed to eat something or his mind would absolutely quit on him, he knew that much.

Adachi knew he should probably get something healthier but he refused to waste even more time walking to the store, so he decided to stop by the food cart near his flat for his usual emergency menu: two tuna onigiris with mayo - along with a can of soda in the hopes that the caffeine would boost his creativity. He was not too happy about it, but he didn’t have much time to contemplate his choice because as soon as he had paid, the first few droplets of water hit his shoulders. Looking up, he felt the next few drops hit his nose and his forehead. He cursed inwardly and simply took off awkwardly running the last few blocks home, trying his best not to slip and fall, his dress shoes nothing but a hazard in this particular situation.

The building door was so close, he could see it through the pouring rain; just a few meters and he would be home. Adachi rushed, his hand extended already to grab at the door handle when his body collided with something - someone - and fell backwards. It was as if time had slowed down; he could see the face of the person he ran into frozen in shock, his eyes widening as he saw Adachi falling, while Adachi could only think about the pain this would cause him, physical, yes, but mostly emotional. He always managed to get himself in embarrassing situations and now -

His neighbour extended his hand just in time to catch Adachi’s and pulled him upright effortlessly, his expression switching from shock to a relieved smile. “Are you ok? I’m so sorry, I hadn’t seen you.”

“Thank you! I’m so sorry,” Adachi said, feeling the heat rise to his face, partly because of his clumsiness and partly because his neighbour had not let go of him yet. In fact, Adachi could have sworn that the guy was rubbing his thumb on the back of his hand. He didn’t know what to do, so he tried again. “Uh, sorry. I should’ve been more careful.”

“It’s ok, I’m glad that you didn’t get hurt.” The man seemed to suddenly remember they were standing in the pouring rain and pulled Adachi to the door. “Come, you’ll catch a cold in this weather.”

No matter how hard he thought, Adachi couldn't remember ever catching his name but he had seen this man before in the elevator and in some of the common areas. He seemed to be a bit of a recluse, much like himself.

The man opened the door and finally let go of his hand before ushering him in. “After you, Adachi.”

Adachi’s eyes widened; he didn't know how the man knew his name, but he didn’t mention it. He walked inside and called the elevator, followed closely by his saviour. Once the doors opened, he stepped in and turned around, pressing the button for the fifth floor and finally facing the man. "Thank you, again…" he trailed off.

"Kurosawa. My name is Kurosawa." He pressed the fourth-floor button.

Adachi smiled and bowed to him. "It was nice seeing you, Kurosawa. Have a good night."

The elevator dinged and Kurosawa bowed with a smile before exiting. “Good night, Adachi,” he waved.

Adachi hesitantly waved back as the elevator doors closed. Before he knew it he was one floor up, opening the door to his flat, throwing his work bag on the sofa and taking his wet clothes off with a groan before going to the bathroom.

What a day. Not only had he stayed late to finish on that project Urabe had handed to him but he also made himself look like a fool in front of his very cool neighbour, and to add insult to injury now he needed a hot shower to hopefully avoid catching a cold. He shook his head and hopped under the stream, washing himself thoroughly and letting the hot stream relax his muscles.

Feeling in a bit of a better mood, Adachi got out of the shower, wrapped himself in a towel and went about getting into a comfy set of pyjamas. He finally sat at his desk and opened the white doc of doom, checking the time and cursing as he realized it was 9 pm already. He slouched in his chair, throwing his head back with a groan. This book was going to take a million years at this rate, he really needed to prioritize his schedule, put on some good hours into it each day, especially during the weekend, he needed to -

Adachi’s stomach growled loudly, reminding him that his emergency dinner laid abandoned in its bag. He got up and stomped over to the sofa, unwrapping the onigiris and eating them without so much as a thought before returning to his spot. He promptly sat down to continue with the daily task of staring at the document while he begged his brain to type something - anything - out. But his mind had other plans though, Kurosawa’s face and gentle smile kept popping in his mind. Maybe it was because of the way he moved, how he had kept him from falling with his sharp reflexes, or maybe it was how elegant he looked even when he was soaking wet, how well his suit fitted him. Kurosawa was like some sort of superhero, or… no, he was more like a Prince Charming from an epic battle world. That was a start - it was not the murder mystery he had thought about, but it was definitely a start.

The sound of Adachi’s footsteps worked like a metronome, helping his mind settle into a rhythm. He was starting to see things in more detail: The brave prince paced in his castle, his sword close by his side, the problems his kingdom was facing were almost too much to bear and with his father on the brink of death, it was all on him. A shadow appeared above the citadel - the… the… ‘kingdom x’ was being attacked by a three-headed dragon. How would he fix this and save his people? Had someone sent the dragon or did it act with free will? Did the soon-to-be king have secret magic powers? Maybe they were a secret even to himself!

With renewed energy and excitement, Adachi sat down to work. This new world just wanted to be written, to become a reality, and he was not going to stop it. Aided by the occasional sip of soda and a few “stretching breaks” that were more like actual pacing, he managed to draft four thousand words by 5 am, effectively breaking his 3 thousand word record from just a few months ago. If he could keep up the pace he could finish the book within the next month and send it to Tsuge for editing and review. He sent a quick text to his friend to tell him the good news and got into bed; he would probably regret staying up so late tomorrow, but now he didn’t have it in him to care. Writing was definitely his call - even if he was very close to missing his goal of being a published author by 30.

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The commute to work was nothing short of hell. The morning started with Adachi missing his usual train and having to take the next one during rush hour - not that he ever managed to avoid rush hour, but he usually took the first train during it so it wasn’t as crazy as later in the morning. This resulted in him having a very unpleasant ride, squeezed half to death between the sea of people, feeling like a canned sardine with a bad case of insomnia. That was the other issue, the previous writing night ended up being a success but even though he’d been exhausted by the time he was done, it had been impossible to fall asleep. Now he was on his way to a long workday with a pounding headache and a sour mood. If given the opportunity, Adachi would’ve chosen to take the day off to sleep and feel refreshed enough by sundown to continue writing.

His job was definitely a necessary evil, but sometimes he couldn’t help but resent it. On the verge of thirty, Adachi spent most of his day at the office, writing his reports, Urabe’s reports, and occasionally picking up the slack of some of his colleagues. There was barely any time for hobbies or relaxing and least of all to be an aspiring writer. To be completely honest, Adachi had started viewing his day job as his second career in the past year. His heart and soul were focused on his new goal, what he really wanted. In the end, if writing didn’t become his main income, it wouldn’t matter, he was passionate enough about it to continue no matter what. After all, living in the fantasy worlds he created was more than enough for him.

Adachi made it to his desk just on time, but running those last few blocks only served to make his mood even sourer. He pulled at the collar of his shirt with a small huff, still thinking about his writing and leaned back in his chair until it touched Urabe’s shoulder, startling him.

He turned around swiftly, blush already rising to his cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Senpai.”

Urabe nodded and waved him off. Then, he cocked his head and looked at Adachi in more detail. “What is going on with you, Adachi? You look tired.”

“I just had trouble sleeping last night, that’s all,” Adachi said with a heavy sigh. He could picture so many things he would rather do than give explanations about his personal life, but he would feel too guilty if he was rude to Urabe when he was only worried about him.

“Hmm, are you sure that’s all?”

“Yes. I’m ok.” He attempted his best smile. “Thank you for asking.”

“Adachi,” Urabe pouted, his brows burrowed into a childish frown, just like every time he would ask Adachi to take on more work, any semblance of concern already gone out the window. “Can you finish this report for tomorrow? The boss is really piling stuff on my shoulders and I already had other plans for today.”

Sometimes Adachi wished he was a bad person, or a bad colleague even, but he couldn’t help taking on the extra work when it was needed, after all, he didn’t have much of a life. He rolled his eyes but nodded. “Yes, of course.”

“Oh, wait. Is your birthday today or tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”

“And you’re turning 30, right?”

Adachi nodded once again, hoping to end the conversation as soon as possible; he didn’t want to be reminded of the passage of time or how much he hadn’t achieved by now.

Urabe rolled his chair closer and elbowed him. “Aaah, you sly weasel. Do you have a date?”

“Of course not. I’m just looking forward to getting home and sleeping.” That was literally his birthday plan.

Urabe frowned and gave him a quizzical look. “But you have... ‘dated’ before, right?” He winked.

Adachi shook his head slightly and saw the same look many people gave him, a mix of pity and judgement.

“You should ask one of the girls out. I’ve heard Yui is single and she’s very pretty!”

Adachi slowly turned his chair towards the copy machine and saw Yui across the room. She was, in fact, very pretty, but… she didn’t spark anything in him. She looked like a work of art, pleasant to look at, but not for him. “No, I don’t think that would work.”

“Adachi, if you don’t date someone by the time you turn 30, you will turn into a wizard!” He whispered.

“What? That’s ridiculous!”

“It’s true, you’ll see!”

Adachi rolled his eyes and turned back to his desk, finally starting on the reports needed. The sooner he was done with that, the sooner he could return to his writing.

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The elevator opened its doors for Adachi and the ding that followed made his muscles relax instantly. Only a few more minutes and he would be up in his flat, taking his shoes off and cooking something quick before sitting down to write. He felt inspired by the beginning of this new story and he wasn’t about to let a bad day at work ruin that for him.

Just as the doors started to close, someone put a bag between them to keep them open. The first thing Adachi saw was a girl with a cute and gentle look, a black wispy fringe framing her face and a sweet smile. She nodded at Adachi and he smiled and nodded back. He wondered if he would ever date a girl like her, if sharing his life with a partner and doing things together would be so different than what he did now. The answer was probably not, since he assumed nobody would be supportive of him working all day and writing all night; if he was honest with himself, he didn’t really have time for a relationship, even if he sometimes yearned for a bit of company - theoretically. Adachi blinked repeatedly, suddenly crashing back into reality when he saw the looming presence of Kurosawa behind her, giving him a weird look he couldn’t quite place as he ushered the girl into the elevator.

Out of sheer awkwardness, Adachi nodded and mumbled a quiet hello at him, looking away as a blush crept onto his cheeks. Was that Kurosawa’s girlfriend? He groaned and let his head fall back against the elevator wall. He’d been caught staring at his neighbour’s girlfriend like a creep. He ventured a sideways glance and realized Kurosawa was still looking at him with a weird expression.

Thankfully, the ride was short and only a minute later, Adachi was home, barely paying any attention to his basic needs as per usual. He made some instant ramen and added a bit of egg to it before eating it mindlessly, daydreaming of his new story and the magic system involved.

Perhaps it was quickly becoming a much more ambitious project than he had anticipated but as long as the writing flowed, everything would be ok. What was supposed to be a long writing session soon turned into an early night after Adachi’s brain decided to shut down mid-sentence, putting him to sleep sitting at his desk, his head hanging down and his spine hunched over.

[zakuromochi]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: 30歳まで童貞だと魔法使いになれるらしい | Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?! (TV)Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Adachi Kiyoshi/Kurosawa Yuichi Characters: Adachi Kiyoshi, Adachi Kiyoshi's Mother, Kurosawa Yuichi, Kurosawa Yuichi's Sister, Fujisaki Nozomi, Tsuge Masato, Rokkaku Yuta, Urabe Kengo

Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, (kinda/sorta), Omiai, First Date

Overall Summary: Adachi turns thirty having never dated anyone in his life. So, he must fulfill his promise to his mother to go through the O-miai process.