Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or McDonalds.

Here Ruki was, sitting across from her "boyfriend" in a McDonalds. He had been her rival since that Digimon tournament years ago and she had resented him since then. Right when she thought she was the best, he came along and destroyed that confidence. Though she must admit, he was very handsome. The way his chilling blue eyes contrasted from his perfectly tanned skin sent chills down her spine. And the way his chocolate brown hair— Wait, did she really just think that?

"You call this a date?" Ruki raised her eyebrow and took a sip of her soda.

"Don't worry, there's more," Ryou winked a cheeky wink at her. He extended his hand toward her. When she didn't take it, he grabbed hers and started dragging her away again. They walked until they reached a familiar sight— Shinjuku Park.

"A stroll in the park at night. How original," Ruki rolled her eyes.

Ryou ignored that comment. "For the next part, you need to put on a blindfold." He whipped out a maroon handkerchief. Had he planned this? He then put it on her and whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, "it's a surprise."

Ruki's heart raced as he put his hands on her shoulders to steer her in this direction and that. When she was finally fed up enough to take the blindfold off, he beat her to it.

She gasped at the scene in front of her. Somehow, Ryou had led Ruki to a clearing in a part of Shinjuku Park that she had never been in before. Trees formed a circle around the grass, which was dotted with flowers. In the middle was a large rock, about the size of a loveseat. But those weren't what took Ruki's breath away. Filling the dark air were tens and tens of tiny little lights. Fireflies twirled and swirled around, having their own little dance party in the background.

Ryou crossed over to the rock, sat, and motioned for her to follow. As she did, she sighed and said, "Why are you doing this, Heroboy?"

"Doing what?" he frowned.

"This. Taking me on a date, trying to impress me with this scenery—"

"So it's working?" Ryou wagged his eyebrows.

Ruki rolled her eyes. "My point is that you're only my fake boyfriend. You don't need to pretend right now. No one's watching. You've never shown much interest in me before, so why now?"

It was scary how fast Ryou's happy, joking face took on a serious, ominous mask. "Why did you ask me to do this?" he shot back. "You could've asked Jenrya. Or Hirokazu or Kenta. Heck, you could've asked any single guy in their class and he'd agree to it! You seem to really hate me anyways, so why me?"

"I don't hate you," Ruki answered, voice barely above a whisper.

"But you don't like me."

"No," Ruki replied, although something inside her screamed otherwise. "Not like that."

Ryou scowled, then gave a sad smile. This was not what he expected. He was supposed to confess to her underneath the moon and the stars and the little balls of light. She was supposed to say that she felt the same way, then they'd hug and kiss and do other shit couples did. But that didn't matter. One way or another, he'd get her to love him. No matter what it takes.