Yamato wasn't great at dates for a number of reasons. He was inexperienced and nervous about taking (Y/n) on one, especially after she'd been in such a perilous situation for far too long. At the time, he was currently pacing back and forth outside of a room in the estate. The younger girl was inside, being fitted for a perfectly elegant yukata. While they were not traditionally elaborate, he wanted her to look stunning and feel stunning.

He wasn't particularly sure where to take her, deciding between multiple things that he believed she would like. Of course, he was far too jittery to choose one with the utter assurance it would be a lovely night. Making the date perfect was something he was aspiring to, but it took so much for him to do. He couldn't even decide on something for him to wear. All he could do is hold one up to himself and ask "what would she like?" over and over again.

"Oh, I just don't know!" the brunette howled, throwing down one of his kimonos and groaning dejectedly as he fell on the bed, placing a pillow over his head.

"Don't you think she'd like anything you'd wear?" Yusei snickered, "She's been pretty lovey dovey towards you, after all."

"I don't want to disappoint her," Yamato whined into the pillow, "I need to make this date the best or she might shun me again...I really don't want that!"

The ravenette chuckled, rolling his eyes playfully as he patted the back of the brunette's head, attempting to cheer him up. Yamato didn't seem at all moved by it, but he sat up and held the pillow in a hugging manner as if it were (Y/n). There was a lot of pressure he put on himself, especially as he feared she'd fallen for Sora. It would be devastating to him if he couldn't impress her. It wasn't like he was any good at talking someone into sex. That was Sora's territory.

"I'm not smooth at this kind of stuff," the brunette groaned again, "I'm not...I'm not sexy or cocky like he is. Think she'll still love me?"

"If you manage not to get embarrassed," Yusei teased.

"I'm doomed..."

Yamato laid back on his back and began to ramble on about everything that could go wrong on the date he wanted to take the (h/c) haired girl on. The ravenette just enjoyed the show, seeing Yamato torn up about pleasing her rather than missing her. He was just a love-sick little puppy, trying to make the girl he loved enjoy her time with him. Still, he seemed intent on making it the best date to ever exist.

"Just have fun with her," the ravenette said, finding it amusing that he was the one giving out relationship advice, "It's not about impressing her, remember?"

The brunette grumbled, hugging the pillow tighter and burying his face in it to hide his flushed cheeks. He gave a sigh and dressed himself in his finest yukata. Though he didn't prefer the feeling of a yukata, it was the season for one, the hot weather beating down on anyone under the sun's torturous rays. Besides, the younger girl was going to wear one and he wanted to match, and let everyone know she and him were together.

As he made his way to where the girl was, the door was opened and he was shown (Y/n) with a perfectly tailored yukata to suit her figure. It was pink and white with flowers embroidered around it, lively and cheerful and her hair held the same colored flowers. The younger girl was absolutely astonishing, only serving to make the brunette far more nervous than before, unable to prevent his heart from trying to jump out of his chest.

"Why must you make this so hard for me?" he said, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting, his cheeks puffing out subtly.

"Do you not like what you see?" (Y/n) asked, placing her hands on his chest as she looked up at him with a semi-flirtaciously smile.

"O-Of course not," he said, reverting to his grumpy attitude as he turned his head away, his cheeks pink, "I've seen prettier bears."

The (h/c) haired girl's smile fell from her face and she looked despondently to the ground as he said that. It seemed to stir some insecurity in her, making the brunette panic. He looked from side to side before recklessly pulling her into him in a tight embrace without thinking. His cheeks were still a light pink, but a darker shade due to the touch of her. In trying not to show his desperation for her to love him, he'd said something hurtful and he was beating himself up inside. However, he focused on caring for the girl first and foremost.

"I-I didn't mean that," he stuttered, placing a kiss on the top of her head, "I just...you...ugh! This is so frustrating! I love you so much, okay? You're beautiful and all, or whatever. I just...it makes me so embarrassed!"

"Do you know what we're doing for this date or yours?" the girl asked, her smile beginning to reappear, putting the male somewhat at ease before considering her question.

"I'm taking you out to a five star restaurant with a three course meal at the best place I know," Yamato said nervously, his arms shaking around the girl in his arms, "And then we'll enjoy some art at a fancy gallery, and lastly, we'll go to the observation tower downtown and look at the stars. I've rented every place out so we'll be the only ones there."

The brunette gave a shaky exhale and took (Y/n)'s hand, leading her to the limo that would take them to their destination. Unfortunately, Masaru and the other dogs had to stay home, but it didn't stop the most loyal of them from whining at his master leaving. The night was still young and there was much that the brunette wanted to do on the date. His goal was to impress (Y/n) enough to gain her affection forever. It wasn't particularly realistic, but he was determined to make it happen.

The car stopped and Yamato escorted her inside of the restaurant he'd chosen. It was a traditional restaurant, one that had all their childhood foods such as yakitori or tempura. Of course, he'd ensured it was the best in the entire city, one that was five star and sure to please. The servants were all lined up at the entrance as the brunette had paid handsomely to ensure the restaurant would only host them that night. They bowed, welcoming him and (Y/n) and taking them to their table.

The restaurant was a luxuriously decorated one, a color scheme of black and white surrounding it. There was only one table on the floor with two seats, the others cleared away likely for the sake of their only patrons for the evening. The flowers on the white tablecloth were a matching light color, the vase it was in, black. Plates placed delicately on the table were also that dark color, the utensils matching. The area had intricate statues, not a flaw on them in sight. As for the waiters, they possessed perfectly untouched uniforms, black and white to match with the interior decorating of the inside area.

"Good evening," their waiter smiled, bowing to the two, "I'll be your lead waiter for today. It's a pleasure to be at your service. We've already received your order and it will be out shortly. In the meantime, allow us to entertain you."

The lead waiter clapped his hands and an orchestra appeared, beginning to serenade the two with luxurious and rich music. There were performers, singers, and whatever else, and Yamato only hoped that it impressed the girl. He'd wanted to make her feel like she was experiencing something special with him, but her face seemed to be filled with unease. He didn't understand why.

She was dressed in the finest clothes, tailor made for herself and made from the finest material, and he was treating her to a luxurious outing which had only just begun. Had he forgotten something? He truly didn't know. Wouldn't other girls be thrilled by that? Again, his experience got in the way as he had next to none. He found himself getting more panicky, his nerves escalating, prompting his hands to shake uncontrollably.

Dinner had come, being served with the utmost of elegance, the food masterly made from the best experts in the city, perhaps in the country. They were her and his favorites, no doubt, everything from savory to sweet. The meal was delicious, and as they proceeded to eat, entertained by performances put on by them and the delightful music in the background, Yamato attempted to start up a meaningful conversation with her. He knew she liked to be challenged intellectually, and while he wasn't as smart as Haru or Shota, he had prepared things to say in order to help his case.

"You know, back when we were at Keisetsu, you were pretty smart," he chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head, "You had really great grades and were student council vice president to boot. I-um, I wouldn't have been able to get such great grades. N-Not that I'm stupid or anything! I-uh-I'm smart!"

Yamato seemed to be cracking under the pressure, only making the (h/c) haired girl more uncomfortable with his awkward conversational skills. He had seemed to think that complimenting her would have led for a thoughtful coversation, but she seemed to be withdrawn from talking. The brunette gave a shaky sigh and looked down at the ground, recalling everything he'd wanted to say. The conversation wasn't supposed to be going that way, and he desperately wanted to turn it around.

If he couldn't talk normally, he would have failed the date, and he couldn't have that. Unfortunately, the pressure was getting to him and he wasn't able to speak without stuttering. There wasn't much he could do to calm himself down as it was extremely important. Failure was not something he wanted to face - not at all - especially when it could mean losing her to another because he wasn't good enough to keep her interest.

"I...uh, well, I think you'd make a great mother," the brunette said then immediately regretted it when she gave a distressed expression, "I mean, not now. I mean, not that I'd not want you to be a mother. N-Not my mother obviously, ha...the mother of my children in the far future! Well, not far, I want to have children...I-I."

Yamato gave up, ceasing his talking and hung his head, trying to breathe in air to keep himself conscious. If there was one thing that he wouldn't want to happen on that day - and there was a lot - it was having to be given medical attention. He fully understood why (Y/n) only proceeded to look uncomfortable. All he wanted to do was make her feel like she was on a cloud, but it was so troubling that he couldn't even hold his glass without it shaking violently. Though he tried to prevent it, it only spilled all over the table, his expression becoming shocked and embarrassed, his face flaring red.

When he tried to prevent (Y/n) from seeing, he only stood up and tripped over his own feet, too nervous to think straight. In doing so, he fell over and took the table down with him, shattering plates and glasses on the floor. When he thought he couldn't be anymore embarrassed, he looked up to see that not only had he sullied himself with the food that fell on him, but also (Y/n), ruining their elaborate yukatas while their dinner laid on the floor. He panicked, grabbing napkins and trying to clean her up while holding his tears back.

"I-I'm so sorry, (Y/n)! I didn't mean for this to happen!" he said quickly, trying to remedy the situation, "Look, we'll go to a hotspring and shower ourselves off. Then we can enjoy the hotspring and go to the observatory like I planned. A-And after, we can - "

(Y/n) shook her head, feeling pity for the brunette who was clearly driven by his nerves, his lip quivering and his muscles tensing. She placed her hand on his, making him freeze and his eyes shrink. He was stunned, paralyzed, frozen in place without a clue how to fix his mistakes. It was over. He had failed her. He couldn't believe it, he simply couldn't. Was he going to lose her? But he'd worked so hard to impress her that night!

"Yamato," the girl sighed, "let's go back home."

The brunette had no choice but to accept defeat, returning back to the estate with defeat written all over his body and face. Their yukatas were ruined, and though he hated the feeling of being dirty, it didn't compare to the sheer disappointment he had in himself as well as the fear that (Y/n) would turn away from him. Even when Yusei tried to talk to him about what had happened, he didn't say a word, just heading to his bathroom to clean himself off.

In the midst of sitting down in the shower, he looked up at the water dripping down on him from the showerhead. It ran down his face, coating him with warm water, but it didn't soothe him as it usually did. Instead, it prompted him to begin crying, making it hard to distinguish the water from the shower from his salted tears. His sobs were largely covered by the sound of the water splashing onto the ground, but he was holding them in, not wanting anyone to hear him, as per usual. Among his sobs were his apologies to the (h/c) haired girl and the repeating of her name. It only served to make him feel more dejected than before.

Then there was a knock on the door. He didn't answer it, hushing his sobs to where they were barely audible even to himself. It wasn't until the door opened that he completely swallowed his cries, trying to listen for who had entered. The sound of something knocking over echoed through the bathroom, accompanied with a girlish "whoops". Yamato moved the shower curtains out of the way, he saw (Y/n) in a swimsuit, covering her eyes and trying to navigate without being able to see.

"What are you doing, kitten?" the brunette asked softly.

"Ack!" the girl squealed, probably due to her surprise he had noticed her, "I-um, could you put this on?"

She held out swimtrunks to him, prompting him to raise one his eyebrows in curiosity and suspicion. The (h/c) haired girl then left quickly, closing the door harshly behind her. It made the brunette feel the slightest glimmer of hope and he looked down at what she'd given him. He felt like he had nothing else to lose at that point, so he shut off the shower and dressed himself, opening the door when he was done.

(Y/n) then gave a shy smile and waddled over to him, pushing him back in the bathroom and turning back on the shower. He cocked an eyebrow again, but as she pushed him into the shower, he straightened up and wondered what she was doing. The water was already perfectly warm, but it was different. As she stepped into the shower as well, Yamato's face heated up and he fell on his behind, scampering backwards until he reached the other side of the shower, unable to go any further.

"W-W-W-What are you doing?!" he asked, covering his clearly blushing face.

"You hate being dirty, don't you?" she asked, holding up the soap, "And you hate being alone, too. So I thought I'd clean you, b-but I guess I kind of went too far, huh?"

"Oh, thank goodness," the brunette sighed, his hand on his chest, "I-I thought you were going to do something else. I...um...I'd be delighted if you would bathe me...I guess."

The male blushed heavily and turned around, letting the younger girl pour soap on her hands and wash his back. He found it an incredibly sweet thing for her to do after his screw-up of a date. His guilty presence seemed to make him unable to ask her why she was doing anything for him, but he allowed himself to enjoy her tender actions towards him. He didn't believe he deserved her, prompting more tears to spill from his eyes.

"I've really messed this up," he laughed though it was weak and followed by the sounds of his tears, "I wanted to show you one perfect fucking day, but I couldn't do that. I'm so sorry, kitten. I'm so sorry. I'm not cut out for this. I can't give you what you deserve."

Before the male could continue his ranting about how terrible he had been, (Y/n) gave a soft smile and pecked him on the lips. It was short, but full of sweet affection, making its way to the bruentte as if to tell him everything was alright. She wasn't mad at him. She wasn't disappointed. And he was so very grateful for it. He pulled her in a tight embrace, and let himself sob out of gratefulness towards her as she pet his hair, comforting him greatly.

And after the shower, she continued to reassure him. She pulled him to the kitchen after they dressed in simple attire, and gave him a wide smile. The younger girl began to take out sugar and flour and other sorts of ingredients, thoroughly confusing the brunette. But then she pulled him closer and placed a measuring cup in his hands. He held it, tilting his head, but only began to get enthusiastic about the activity (Y/n) was starting with him. She was making sweets with him, something that could not have been a better combination for him.

She taught him how to bake, telling him how to measure and what to put in. He had quite a time with the vanilla extract and chocolate chips. Though he was told not to eat until the treats were done, he would sneak a snack when (Y/n) turned her back. Of course, it was not hard to figure him out, the guilty look he had on his face more than enough to figure out the situation with ease.

"Come on! They're done, aren't they?" he whined, attempting to reach around the girl to grab the fruit tarts and cookies they'd made together.

"They need to cool," the (h/c) haired girl argued.

"They can burn my tongue for all I care," the brunette whined again, picking the girl up and placing her down further from the trays even as she tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

The younger girl sighed and let the male do as he wanted. He seemed unbothered by the heat they emitted, more than happy about eating sweets made by his and (Y/n)'s own hands. Letting out a satisfied and content sigh, he picked the younger girl up in his arms and held her close, pressing kiss after kiss on her cheeks and forehead. The (h/c) haired girl gave delighted giggles as he did so, only making him want to continue his affections towards her.

"Hey, hey, that's not nice," a voice called, "And I'm so super lonely? That's not very fair, little duckling."