A quick bonus chapter because I thought of this scene the minute I posted this fic.

"Takane! Over here!"

That overly-cheerful voice, which she'd grown to both love and hate, belonged to none other than Haruka Kokonose. He was waving excitedly at her direction, a big grin on his face while she only rolled her eyes. Still, she ended up walking towards him; she was nothing but gravitated to him, whether she wanted to be or not on certain occasions.

"What's…with that?" She looked down at the two-seater bike with a bit of…curiosity, to say the least. "Wait, don't tell me…"

She'd been asked to write a scene with a bicycle for his next chapter, but she had yet to get to it. Blame it on her video game addiction (which isn't that bad, she convinced herself), or the fact that she had no experience with riding a bike with someone.

Ah, she remembered that conversation now…

"You know, don't they usually have the girl riding on the back?"

"Yeah, but it's actually illegal! You have to have a positive influence on young kids, right?"

What did she see in him anyway?

"Come on, Takane!" Haruka sat at the front, patting the seat without much embarrassment. (How I envy your ignorance.) "Since I can't draw anything until you write something, I thought I might help you out!"

"B – but this is…!" Too much? Too humiliating?

Not romantic?

She shook her head; no, she can't be thinking of that now of all times! She took a deep breath, looking down at him as he looked at her with those big, puppy-dog eyes. How she melted at the very sight of them. They were large, endearing, convincing.

And so she got on the bike.

"How's it going back there, Takane?" He spoke with a chirp in his voice, and she wanted to get off badly.

They'd been pedaling together for a few minutes now, and they've been getting a few stares as well. Can she just go to her house and hide? This was something she just can't live down, even if it's with the boy she liked.

"Fine, just fine…" She replied with gritted teeth, pigtails swaying in the wind in silent frustration. "But you know, this feels more casual than, oh, I don't know, romantic."

That's when Haruka slammed the breaks, and Takane would've fallen off had it not been for her iron grip on the handles. He turned his head around, wiping a small layer of sweat off of his forehead.

"Really? Then…how about you sit back there, and I just pedal?"

"Well…alright." She let go of the aforementioned handles, combing through her now-tangled hair. Even if the bike ride wasn't so pleasant, she still felt kind of bad for having him do all the work. Haruka wasn't the stronger or the fastest; he was pale, and to put it simply, kind of weak. One could easily mistake him for a sickly kid.

But he turned around once more, and began to pedal. Her feet dangled at the side, occasionally getting hit by her own pedals. The breeze felt like spring, and cherry blossoms were falling slowly.

It felt like her life was being turned into a shoujo manga.

She sighed for the thousandth time, and she wondered how many more scenarios like this would happen until her feelings finally reached him.

"Ugh, I feel terrible for not doing anything at all!"