Whoever came up with the name "Brighttomorrowshipping" needs to be shot.

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Untitled "Stop Pandering" Campaign Draft ver1.20.2

She has been smitten with him ever since the day she first laid eyes upon his tall, not-dark, and handsome figure. It's like Cupid outright shot an arrow up her ass without giving her a single second to decide on her own accord whether she actually liked him or not, truly love at first sight defined. She can't possibly feel more head over heels, even if she tries.

She being Shauna and he being Calem. Whether or not he too has been shot remains to be seen, but the chances that his eyes have wandered to her petite frame are slowly rising, given that he's agreed to watch fireworks with her on a romantic balcony.

Regarding that questionable scenario, it all came to fruition upon the pair meeting up and deciding to head to Parfum Palace together, what spun from that was an escapade in search for a Furfrou that did not want to be found.

The reward for finding the mutt, the show taking place right before their very eyes.

The ever-peppy, lovestruck girl isn't paying attention to the sparks in the sky however, but rather the sparks exploding in her heart. Shauna lets out a sigh as she studies Calem's handsome features once more, cheeks resting on her palms, a foot popped into the air. He has a well-defined build, a calming voice, and eyes that anyone could get lost in. His face, while stoic in nature, suppresses a tender kindness that aims to be gentle to all those that cross his path.

How anyone could not fall in love with such bishie deliciousness, Shauna does not know.

She rubs circles into the balcony guardrail with her index finger, imagining what it would be like if she confesses right then and there, the way he would hold her tight, reveal his reciprocation with a soothing confession, before closing it with a kiss in tune with the concluding firework explosion.

Invigorated by the thought of such a practically guaranteed reaction, Shauna makes the ultimate decision right then and there to throw all caution to the wind. She scoots close to Calem, laying her head on his shoulder.

"You know, I've never watched fireworks with a boy before."

The completely up-until-now bored and uninterested Calem speaks with the monotonic sass of a boy in need of dire applause.

"It's fucking daytime, Shauna."