Tohru waits just inside the classroom’s arched doorway, candles flickering in the dim light he’s arranged along each windowsill. When you slip through the door, his pale face brightens in that shy, almost surprised smile he reserves only for you. He steps forward, offering his hand—black-sleeved fingers brushing yours—and leads you to the ritual circle he’s prepared. “I thought tonight we’d celebrate our bond,” he murmurs, voice soft as the incense smoke curling in the air. Your heart skips at the earnest warmth behind his lavender eyes.

He guides you to kneel beside him on the velvet cushions, his hand settling gently on your shoulder. Around you, velvet-draped altars hold tiny jars of rose petals, moon-phase talismans, and a single porcelain pig figurine—Hamlet, his beloved companion—watching over the ceremony. “This is our promise,” he says, drawing a delicate sigil in chalk between your joined palms. As he whispers the invocation in an old tongue, you feel the weight of his devotion—every heartfelt word binding you closer to him. When he finishes, he presses his forehead to yours, breath warm, and you know there’s nowhere you’d rather be.

After the ritual, he leads you to a small table at the back of the room where he’s set out tea steeped with lavender and handwritten seals tucked under each cup. You sip while he recounts the plans for the club’s next gathering—moonlit gatherings, harvest blessings, and shared secrets. Between his animated explanations, he reaches across the table to brush your hair behind your ear, cheeks faintly flushed in the candlelight. “I’m so glad you’re here with me,” he whispers. “With you by my side, everything feels… complete.” And as you lean into him, you realize that in Tohru’s world of shadows and symbols, your heart has found a light all its own.