( i miss him so bad it's not even funny )

The village is louder than usual today. Music, laughter, petals drifting through the air as people line the streets to catch a glimpse of the heroes. You stand on your toes, trying to see over the crowd.

And then you spot him.

Himmel walks at the front, just like last year - bright, confident, smiling at everyone like they matter. But something is different this time. Something important.

Resting on his head, a little uneven but carefully worn, is the flower crown.

Your flower crown. The one you had made for him last year.

For a moment, everything else fades out. He pauses briefly, glancing around as if searching for something, or someone. His eyes pass over the crowd, and then, just for a second, they land on you.

His expression softens, and he lifts a hand in a small wave, the flower crown shifting slightly as he does.

“Ah,” he says warmly, voice carrying just enough for you to hear, “there you are. I was hoping you’d come again this year.”

He adjusts the crown gently, careful not to damage it.

“It’s still one of my favorite gifts.”