𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓫𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝔂/𝓷!
𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓪 𝓶𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓻𝓾 𝔁 𝔂/𝓷 (𝓔𝓶𝓪)
“YOU CANNOT LOOK YET.” Bachira said for the fifth time while dragging Y/N down the street by her sleeve.
“I literally can’t even see anything, Meguru, you’re covering my eyes with your whole hand.”
“Exactly. Genius, right?”
Y/N snorted. “You’re so annoying.”
“But I’m your annoying boyfriend.” He grinned even though she couldn’t see it.
It was Y/N’s birthday, and Bachira had been acting suspicious since 8 a.m. Which honestly wasn’t unusual because he was always suspicious. One time he put googly eyes on all her shampoo bottles and acted like it wasn’t him.
“Okayyyy, stop.” He finally removed his hand dramatically like he was revealing a magic trick.
Y/N blinked a few times before gasping. “NO WAY.”
In front of them was her favorite restaurant, all warm lights and cute little decorations in the windows.
“You remembered?!” she said immediately.
“Obviously.” Bachira puffed his chest out proudly. “You talked about their strawberry soda like twenty-three times.”
“That is SO specific.”
“I keep important information in my beautiful brain.”
She laughed and grabbed his arm. “Wait this is actually so sweet what.”
“Don’t cry. If you cry I’ll start crying and then they’ll kick us out.”
“I’m not gonna cry!”
Five minutes later she was absolutely crying over her ramen while Bachira aggressively pushed tissues toward her.
Inside the restaurant, Bachira kept stealing food off her plate.
“You literally ordered the same thing as me,” Y/N complained.
“Yeah but yours tastes emotionally better.”
“That sentence makes no sense.”
“It does to me.”
At one point he accidentally dropped an egg into his drink and stared at it silently for ten whole seconds before whispering, “I think it’s evolving.”
Y/N laughed so hard she almost choked.
After dinner, Bachira dragged her into a random arcade because “the vibes demanded it.”
He lost every game horribly.
“HOW ARE YOU BAD AT AIR HOCKEY,” Y/N yelled while he laid dramatically across the machine.
“My talents are elsewhere.”
“You scored on yourself twice.”
“That was strategy.”
“No it wasn’t.”
Then they found one of those claw machines stuffed with tiny plushies.
“Oh my god,” Y/N whispered. “They have matching bee plushies.”
Bachira immediately slammed money into the machine. “We are NOT leaving without those.”
Twenty dollars later, Bachira looked personally betrayed by the claw machine.
“It hates me specifically.”
“You’re fighting a machine designed for suffering.”
“Watch this.”
He missed again.
Y/N wheezed laughing while Bachira pointed accusingly at the claw machine like it had insulted his family.
Eventually Y/N won one on her second try.
Bachira dropped to his knees dramatically. “My hero.”
“Move, people are staring.”
“No. I’ve witnessed greatness.”
They clipped the plushies onto their bags immediately.
“Now everyone will know we’re cringe together,” Bachira said proudly.
“We ARE cringe together.”
“Exactly.”
On the walk home, Bachira suddenly stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.
“What?”
“We never took birthday pictures.”
“Oh true.”
Instead of taking normal photos, Bachira turned on the front camera and immediately crossed his eyes while squishing Y/N’s cheeks.
“MEGURU.”
“Perfect. Post that one.”
“We look insane.”
“Exactly. Memories.”
By the end of the night Y/N’s stomach hurt from laughing too much.
Bachira leaned against her shoulder while they sat at the bus stop, both holding their stupid little matching plushies.
“Did you have a good birthday?” he asked quietly.
Y/N looked at him for a second before smiling.
“The best one, probably.”
Bachira grinned instantly. “Good. Next year we’re causing even more problems.”
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