Remember: 2P Japan and Reader:
You would've settled for take-out and a cheesy action movie instead of this, especially it being your one year anniversary. But it seems your Boyfriend, Kaku Honda, had forgotten all about it.
He had texted you that morning asking if you wanted to hang out after school. You had happily obliged and dressed up a bit, even wearing some make-up, in hopes he had remembered and was taking you some where nice, maybe even going to Cherry Corner, an old timey ice cream parlor, afterwards.
You waited at the bus station were Kaku had texted for the two of you to meet. You waited
until finally it was thirty minutes past your meeting time and you were considering leaving.
Suddenly you felt a pair of arms rap around you and Kaku purred, "Sorry about the wait."
You turned to kiss his cheek and twirl a long lock of silky black hair, telling him it was alright, but you were struck silent when you saw Feli and Lutz, two of Kaku's friends behind him, one smirking while the other wolf whistled. It didn't matter who, the only thing that mattered was that they were there, and he had forgotten.
Now you were at the theatre, watching a horror film. You shuddered and looked away from the screen, instead looking at your boyfriend who was terribly calm for someone who was watching someone being gutted. His deep red eyes turned up along with a smile as another shriek pierced through the theatre.
You shivered and slumped in your sit. The popcorn on the floor was less sickening then what was going on, on the screen. You still hadn't gotten your appetite back by the time you went to dinner. Feli and Ludvig again tagged along. You sat in the corner of the both and nibbled on the pizza while Ludvig talked about how much great detail they put into that movie.
"What did you think?" Kaku asked, snapping you out of your daze.
Obviously he was asking about the movie, and his red eyes glowed with excitement as he waited for your answer. You gave him a weak smile, "It was fine," you said.
The sky was now a deep orange, you were bored, and Kaku seemed tired, not talking as much as he usually did. The two of you walked down the street, Kaku's arm slung over your shoulder and occasionally leaning over to kiss your cheek or pointing out something interesting in the shop window.
You assumed he was taking you home, or at least to the bus station. Instead he turned a corner and you were greeted by a bright light piercing through the darkening sky a sign like a beacon of hope. Hope that Kaku actually remembered your anniversary.
It was the Cherry Corner, the barber pole twisting and shinning its light across the darkening street.
"Are you still mad?" Kaku asked, while the two of you sat at a booth and shared a sundae, old hits from the fifties humming from the juke box.
You smiled and took a bite of sundae, "Maybe
if this is an apology for forgetting our anniversary."
Kaku's spoon clattered to the floor, he turned bright red. "Yes, of course it is," he chuckled nervously, hiding his guilty face under the table as he reached for the spoon.
You smiled and lightly kicked him in the shin. "It's fine, as long as you remember next year."