…in which Makoto and Yukiho are on a walk and meet Sora.
"…and you never know what to say to fat people, you know? Because you can't just be like, 'you're so fat' since you don't want to hurt their feelings, but you know they have to find out somehow…you know what I mean?" Kikuchi Makoto was asking her best friend as they strolled along, hand-in,-hand, through the park. Hagiwara Yukiho smiled.
"I think so," she replied. "Makoto-chan, this park is really big but we're the only people here…"
Makoto laughed. "That's true, huh? Well, I guess it's good that there aren't any men around, at least," she suggested. "Right?"
Yukiho nodded slowly. "I-if there were, then I'd be scared…!"
"But I wouldn't let them hurt you," Makoto soothed. "Because you're my best friend. Alright?"
Yukiho smiled brighter. "O-OK."
Almost as if to test Makoto's promise, a boy suddenly emerged from behind the trees, looking around confusedly. He sighed and brushed black bangs out of his blue eyes, wandering around the park. It took him a moment to see Makoto and Yukiho, and it took the girls equally long to spot him.
Yukiho let out a small gasp and moved closer to Makoto. Makoto glared evenly at the pale-skinned boy, who, in turn, gazed suspiciously at her.
"What do you want?" the boy asked. "I don't meant to sound rude, but, you know…you're kind of…staring at me."
"I could ask you the same thing," Makoto hissed. "What's with the suspicious look on your face? You think I'm gonna kill you or something?"
"Well, if looks could kill you would have," the boy commented carelessly, the caution fading from his gaze. "Sorry if I scared you or something. I'm looking for my house."
"Your…house?" Makoto echoed. "Why are you looking for your house way out here?"
"I got lost running away from a crowd of creepy fangirls," the boy explained, sighing. "So now I have to find my house. And I have no idea where I am."
"Th-the park…" Yukiho stammered quietly. "Y-you're…at the park…"
The boy smiled at her. "I can see that, thank you," he laughed. "Hey, are you two famous or something?"
"What's with this all of a sudden?" Makoto questioned, relaxing the poison in her eyes until only confusion remained.
"Well, I was looking at you weird earlier because I kinda recognize you even though we've never met. So I figured you were famous or something like that," the boy said. "By the way, I'm Sora."
"Makoto. Kikuchi Makoto."
"So you're idols!" Sora announced. "I knew I recognized those faces. Hey, what are you guys doing out here anyways?"
"Girls! You girls or you ladies! We're girls!" Makoto snapped. Sora blinked.
"OK, you ladies. What are you ladies doing out here?" he corrected.
Makoto smiled approvingly. "We were going for a walk."
"Oh." Sora glanced over towards a small ice-cream stand about a block away, barely visible past the trees. "You wanna go get some ice-cream?"
Yukiho squeaked in alarm. Makoto blushed slightly.
"You want to take us out for ice-cream?" she verified.
Sora nodded. "Not 'take you out', like, on a date 'take you out'. Just because it's not every day I run into idols, so I may as well treat you to some ice-cream just for being famous."
Yukiho scooted even closer to her tomboyish friend. A date with a man? she thought hopelessly. There's no way I could…but, if Makoto-chan is there, then…maybe it wouldn't be too bad. Besides, Sora-kun seems unusually kind…
Makoto glanced at her shy friend and Yukiho nodded stiffly. "Alright, we'll go get ice-cream with you," Makoto declared. "But you're not allowed to come within thirteen feet of Yukiho unless I've cut your hands off first. OK?"
"You want to cut off my hands? Isn't that…illegal?"
"OK?" Makoto repeated.
Sora sighed. "Alright, don't worry. We can even get separate tables if it'll make you feel better," he suggested, smiling warmly at Yukiho. Yukiho blushed slightly and nodded. "Then, separate tables it is. Let's go on down. What flavors do you want?"
"Do you know if that place carries Princess Bubblegum Sparkly flavor?" Makoto wondered aloud.
"Yeah, I think so," Sora answered.
"Oh. I hate that flavor. They shouldn't carry it."
"…is that so. Yukiho-chan-"
"P-please don't call me by name!" Yukiho yelped. "Hagiwara-chan is fine for now..."
Sora paused. "OK then, Hagiwara-chan. What flavor would you like?" He flashed Yukiho another bright smile and Yukiho found herself blushing even more.
"Um…blueberry, please," she said quietly.
"Could you repeat that?"
"BLUEBERRY!" Yukiho shouted in a panic.
Sora blinked. "OK, that was unexpected," he muttered. "Blueberry. Yep, I definitely heard you that time."
"I-I'm sorry…! I panicked!"
"It's fine," Sora insisted with a laugh. "I think it was cute."
"Do you think I'm cute?" Makoto asked hopefully. Sora studied her for a moment.
"No," he stated bluntly.
Makoto's smile faded. "Oh. I guess I should've known."
"I think you're cute, Makoto-chan," Yukiho said brightly. Makoto smiled again.
"Thanks, Yukiho. I think you're cute too," she added.
Yukiho grinned and Sora put his hands in his pockets.
"Alright, then. To the ice-cream shop we go!" he exclaimed. He began leading the girls off towards the ice-cream stand.
None of them realized the friendships and the relationships that would be started by that simple trip.