When Yuna offered to pick him up for their date, Tidus didn’t expect for her to show up in front of his house like this; leaning against what could only be described as the most badass motorbike he had ever seen.
The bike along with the leather jacket — that fitted her in the oddest way — clashed with her dorky smile as she stepped forward, dragging his still stunned self to check the bike more closely. “Do you like it?” Tidus gave an absent-minded nod, too occupied with caressing the cool surface almost reverently. “Good, the gang made sure to pick the nicest one for our date.”
Before Tidus could ask what gang she was talking about — why there was a gang in the first place — Yuna hopped on the bike with one swift motion, urging him to do the same. “Come on! We’ll be late.”
Tidus decided to ask about it later — when he wasn’t sitting behind his girlfriend, when he wasn’t admiring how expertly she drove the bike, and when the feeling of holding her close didn’t feel this nice.