W. A. I. F. U (P1)

Instead of what Tenshi expected from her, Sakura turned to look at him with a hesitant smile and a faint blush; she opened her lips as she coursed her hands through the leather seats and grabbed onto both of his hands.

"Anything will work...only if it's you...!" She smiled lucidly with a florid expression.

<OH MY GOD. I WANT TO MARRY THIS WAHMAN! WHERE THE FUCK IS THE MARRIAGE FORM?!? I WANT TO MARRY HER, AAAAA!!!!>

[I remember you saying only hours ago that women were only baggage, no? Hypocriteeeeee~]

<Nah. I'm not serious. What did you think? I never stray far from my principles. >

"Really?" Tenshi stared at her with a curious grin.

"Yeah! Tenshi is the best!" Sakura said with a florid smile.

Tenshi felt warm.

After a while, the both of them exited the cab as they entered a restaurant familiar to both of them—and even though one person didn't know, another one knew that both of them had shared a lot of memories in it.

"Hey, Tenshi, remember the first time we came here to find cover due to the rain? And ended up eating the food here and loving it?" Sakura giggled as she, although while clinging to Tenshi's left arm, entered the restaurant.

Tenshi nodded, even though he very well knew that the memories they shared was false, and then he said," Yeah, I remember. I felt really, really good that day."

"Me too..."

...

"An iced coffee please." Tenshi said as he looked at the waitress.

Sakura looked towards the waitress with an anxious fight-or-flight gaze, evidencing her anti-social personality as fully as it could.

"U-um, me too, I want an iced coffee too...!"

Poor girl, she looked as if she had to drain her entire body's power to say that single sentence; judging by her frown and slightly slurred speech.

"Sakura, don't you want anything else?"

"A-anything else? U-um, uh a crème bavaroise along with an iced coffee please..."

"Sure, madam."

The waitress left with a nod—a perplexed one of course after seeing Sakura and her behavior.

"I didn't look weird did I?" Sakura turned towards Tenshi with her fists curled into balls.

"You did look weird," Tenshi smiled, "but in a rather endearing way."

"...Ab-ab...geez...i won't ask you anything anymore if you continue like this..."

"What can I even do? It's not like I can stop my mouth from spouting the truth; the truth being that you're too beautiful."

"Grrr..." She grunted like a tiger, meaning that she might've gotten a bit angry.

"Okay okay, I'll stop."

...

Sakura sipped from her cup of coffee, and asked, "So, Tenshi, what should we do right now? I mean...what do people do in dates...?" she also had an inquisitive and pressing look on her face, as if she was hunting for answers.

"Well, a date isn't really enclosed to a going on to a bunch of restaurants or parks though. A date is a date; it doesn't matter if you choose to go walking with me on the road or going picnicking inside the gutters."

"A date is something used to bring the participants more closer to each other than they were before going on it. No matter how much you sprinkle it with a jazz, a date is basically going somewhere with someone on a date and question each other about their interests and life—and if both of them have things that each of them like or relate to, they can go on more dates. "

" That's the basics of dating. " Tenshi shook his head.

" So, doesn't that mean we're basically done...? I mean, I know everything about you, and vice versa...s-so, now do we exchange rings or s-something...?!" She put her hands on her cheeks as her eyes fell on her closed and rigid feet.

Her translucent skin was bright red as an octopus as she fumed just from the idea of marriage.

Regardless of how many times he looks at it, it's still a splendid looking person that makes him feel giddy. She was definitely the embodiment of his ideal girl.

Although a yandere might be a hassle, but if the yandere was such a beautiful girl like her then he might as well give consent for being reverse raped by her ten times in a row...

Don't ask why he had a thought like that. People like him—Tenshi—that like yanderes and are often weird in the head.

"Mou, I just realized now, you know. It's so cruel, it's my first time and y-you're so experienced..."

Tenshi almost spat out his coffee due to immense laughter he felt in his throat.

Sakura face modestly crimsoned as her smile fell due to her embarrassment; she couldn't believe she let something like that slip out in public, especially in front of Tenshi.

"I-I didn't mean anything weird! I'm not that ty-type of girl!" Her arms flailed in the air cutely as she said with her eyes closed.

"Hm, hm, I understand. What virginity were you talking about? The one of your front or your behind?" Tenshi snickered.

"Nevertheless, both of them belong to me. Don't they?"

Shit that was corny and ultra-cringy. How will Tenshi face his mother in heaven now after he said that to a cute girl like Sakura.

Tenshi voraciously cackled like a villain in his mind, since the reason he said that embarrassing like was to make the shy Sakura faint from embarrassment.

"G-geez...who said I'll give them to anyone else...they both belong to you anyway...! "

Sakura looked up towards his face with a surprising ounce of bravery and announced with a shy smile.

"I love you...!"

<SHE'S SO CUTE, OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >

[Yeah yeah. We all know how much you love yanderes, you don't have to say the same thing every few seconds.]

Tenshi weirdly grinned towards Sakura, which made her even more embarrassed as she looked down towards her crème bavaroise.

"U-um, I'll eat this..."

She quickly grabbed a spoon and dived inside the dish, her expression turned into that of delight after she nibbled on her spoon.

Tenshi sipped on his coffee. And although he wanted to question whether she liked to eat sweet things or not, he didn't after he remembered that he was supposed to know everything about her.

[Nah, she doesn't like sweet things much. It irritates her. She likes sour and bitter things.]

<I totally did not expect that. I thought such a delicate girl like her would like sweet things...>

[Meh, you and your stereotypes.]

<Reminds me, what the fuck was that in the quest dashboard? Fulfill her fantasies, what fantasies?! She doesn't look like someone with a deranged necrophilia fetish either.>

Tenshi looked towards Sakura with a perplexed and pondering gaze.

Sakura didn't notice his gaze as she gently nibbled on her crème and oftentimes, sipped on the cup of iced tea; any outsiders looking at her would instantly think of her as a princess from a distant land.

[People often have the weirdest fetishes. Who knows, maybe this woman is an M and likes to be dominated?]

<That would go straight against what I'm thinking of right now. She has a bad past filled with teasing and mockery , and she likes being dominated? >

[I think you're ignoring something. Why do you think many rape victims after rape adopt rape-fetishes and urges to dominate? Why do you think that, men with small penis syndromes adopt humiliation fetishes?]

<Right. I forgot that. So she wants to be...dominated due to her coping mechanisms? >

[I don't know exactly. Why not see if she truly does have a submissive attitude, in the bedroom instead of observing her here? She'll be more open and vulnerable in the bedroom than she'll be with you here.]

<Okay...>

…

Tenshi smirked as he entered a cab, his date with Sakura finished as soon as the both of them had finished eating their orders with small chatter.

Sakura held his arm as she chippily walked along with him; blindly following him wherever he took her to.

"So, where now ,Tenshi?" She turned slightly to the left and asked. She didn't have to look up or down as Tenshi was of a similar height as her.

Tenshi looked towards her, while simultaneously calling a cab, and licked his lips obscenely.

Sakura, just from seeing his gaze understood his intentions to tease her, so she didn't even wait for his mouth to open before she hit him in his chest playfully.

"Hmph!" She pouted and turned away.

Tenshi smiled until his lips widened enough to reach his ears.

Good catch Tenshi—was the remark he made in his mind towards himself, and his abilities to judge wahmen[.sic].

The cab arrived as Sakura exposed a hesitant squint.

"Do..you..." She suddenly turned towards him, and continued, "really want to do, that, with me...?...are you sure you want to...be mine?"

She exposed two teary eyes and a moved gaze. As if she was sure that she was some damaged goods incapable of ever being bought.

She thought she was undesirable, yet...?

Tenshi looked at her with a frown, and the next moment, his hands went to her face as he playfully pulled her cheeks apart, which morphed her cute innocent face into a bit red baby-like one.

"Ububububh...! Stop, ubububu, noo~!" She softly moaned in pain as she tried her best to separate Tenshi's hands from her face, which she couldn't do as they were too bulky to remove. And let's face, she's a fragile girl, it's not like she has a toned muscular frame that she can use to whack Tenshi in the dick.

"Really, you have too little self-esteem." Tenshi let go of her cheeks with a—reluctant— sigh. They were too soft and cute.

"Ubuh. It's not like I can help it...but I remember , y-your t-thing did get hard when I was clinging with you..." She said with a red face.

Her expression felt as if she would burst into tears in any moment, she looked so adorable and feminine...

Regardless, remembering that event made her face shine with pride and happiness, as if she was the one that had the dick attached to her crotch.

Weird analogy, I know. But I, the omnipresent narrator, am not used to this so forgive me.

Tenshi sighed in his mind as he tried to look for a way to divert this conversation from becoming awkward.

[I know. She has a side hobby of knitting as a result of her attending a club associated with it back in middle school. Why not use that a conversation starter?]

<She's so cutttteeeeeeeee~! Traditional yanderes are even more cuttteeeeeeeeeeeee!>

Tenshi asked with a modest tone, "That reminds me, Sakura, you were previously part of sewing club right? Do you still like to sew?"

Sakura revealed an astonished and pleasant gaze as she put her hands on her lips in surprise. "Ah! You still remember that, Tenshi? You're so sweet..."

Tenshi sweated. It's not like he was lying or anything, right? So why does he feel guilty with her?

"Yes! I still have the skills to do everything related to it, like kilting and sewing stuffed animals…t-that, do you have a cloth that need to mend? If you have something that you want to mend, you can give it to me . "

NICE CATCH. SO NICE THAT EVEN I, THE NARRATOR(GYIHHUHU-SAMA) WANTS TO MARRY HER. But let's face it, she'd be a burden to date in real life.

"Amazing, it seems like you're really good with house-chores. You'll be an amazing bride . "

"Br-bride…! Ehehehe…t-that is to say, your wife…? "