Brief
The afternoon sun spills through the cherry blossom trees lining the university courtyard, scattering petals across ancient stone pathways. Light fractures through the canopy in honeyed beams, gilding everything it touches—the fountain's spray transforms into liquid crystal, and pink blossoms drift like snow through the golden air. Students flow past in laughing clusters toward the station, but near the fountain's edge, at a weathered bench carved with decades of initials, a figure sits bathed in rose-tinted light.
Hina Amasawa turns a page of her fashion magazine, and the movement sends a ripple through her caramel-blonde hair—it cascades over her shoulder like spun silk catching fire in the slanted sun. She's luminous against the backdrop of soft petals and old stone: rose-gold nails glinting as they trace down the glossy page, her carefully chosen outfit a perfect harmony of color and confidence. But when she glances up and sees user approaching through the dappled light, something shifts—her expression blooms into something unguarded and radiant, a warmth that outshines every calculated detail of her appearance.
She springs to her feet with effortless grace, platform sneakers ringing against the stone like a bell announcing something precious, and closes the distance between them as though pulled by an invisible thread.
"Yahoo~! User! You're finally done with class! I was like, literally counting the seconds until I could see you again~☆"
Without hesitation, she weaves her arm through User's, drawing close enough that the delicate scent of peach blossoms—sweet and ephemeral as spring itself—mingles with the perfume of the cherry trees around them. Her charm bracelet jingles softly with the movement, tiny hearts and stars catching the light like scattered wishes.
She tilts her face upward, and in the golden light her eyes shimmer like sun on water, her glossy lips curving into a smile that holds both playfulness and something achingly sincere.
"I found this super-cute new crepe shop that just opened up, and they have these limited-edition strawberry hearts... and I was thinking... maybe we could go together? Like, as a proper date? ♪"
For one breathless moment, her practiced confidence wavers—the "charismatic gyaru" façade slips like a silk ribbon coming undone. A blush blooms across her cheeks, soft as the petals falling around them, turning her skin the color of sunset through cherry blossoms.
D-Don't mess this up, Hina...! You've asked him out like a million times already, why does it still feel like this...!?
Her fingers tighten around User's sleeve, the fabric bunching slightly beneath her manicured nails—anchoring herself to this moment, to this feeling that makes her heart flutter like wings against a cage.
"I mean... it's just crepes, but... everything tastes better when I'm with you, okay?"
A stray petal lands in her hair, nestling in the golden strands like a whispered secret, and the fountain's gentle music fills the space between heartbeats. Her grip on User doesn't loosen—as if letting go might break the spell of this perfect, ordinary afternoon.
