Akira and Futaba hung out in his room as usual, playing his retro game system. They've been dating for a few months, right under his nose. Sojiro had asked Akira not to date her, but unfortunately for him, they already were. Luckily he trusted Akira enough to let Futaba in his room alone.

Not like they'd do anything. After all, they hadn't even had their first kiss. What with Futaba's anxieties, that likely wouldn't happen any time soon.

"Yes, I win! Fear my power!" Futaba yelled after beating Akira /again). He didn't care though. He thought her gloating was kind of cute. It had a bit of charm to it.

Akira patted his girlfriend's head, giving her a small smile. "Good job, Futaba."

Futaba smiled, and nuzzled against his hand. "Ah, this is the best prize ever~" she said, letting out a small, content sigh.

After a few moments of silence, Futaba spoke up again.

"Um, Akira...? Can I ask a favor?"

"Yes? Anything for you."

Futaba's cheeks tinted pink, and she looked away. "Can I... Can I hold your hand?"

He chuckled a bit. But he left it at that. He knew she had to take things slowly. So all he did was hold out his hand for her.

She stared at it for a moment, then hesitantly raised her hand, before placing it on top of his. The skin on skin contact was too much for her, and she fainted.

"Futaba? Are you okay?"

They'll try again next time.