The streets of Barcelona sparkled with golden lights and festive wreaths. The scent of roasted chestnuts and churros filled the air. The Fleur de Cerise restaurant stood out with its glass walls and elegant terrace overlooking the sea, adorned with twinkling lights. Inside, the restaurant was breathtaking—black marble floors, gold accents, and crystal chandeliers. An open-concept kitchen revealed chefs preparing gourmet dishes, their movements precise and graceful. In a lavish private dining area, Murasakibara leaned against the bar, swirling a glass of wine the size of a pitcher. His violet hair was tied into a messy bun, and he wore black joggers and a loose button-up, making the fancy setting look casual. Beside him, Chikara stole the show. She wore a white dress with a black corset, her strawberry blonde hair with turquoise highlights flowing elegantly around her. Her reddish-pink eyes glimmered in the candlelight. Kise’s eyes widened. Chii-chan, you look magical. Aomine blinked. Damn… you leveled up. Midorima glanced away. Ridiculous hair… but fitting. Kuroko simply smiled. You look beautiful. Chikara grinned and tackled Kise into a hug, then leapt into Aomine’s arms, making him grunt. They dined on paella, grilled octopus, and Iberian pork, paired with rich wine. Aomine groaned, biting into a steak. Where the hell did you learn to cook like this? Without looking up, Murasakibara pointed at Chikara with his fork. Her. Aomine blinked. Wait, what? Kise gawked. Chii-chan taught you?! Murasakibara lazily chewed. Yeah. She’s the real chef. I just copy her. Chikara smirked. I run the kitchen. He just eats half the ingredients. Relaxing by the fireplace, Chikara lounged with her legs draped over Murasakibara’s lap. His hand rested idly on her thigh. Kise’s eyes narrowed at the ring on her finger. Wait… is that a ring? Aomine squinted. Hold up…