The wind carried it gently—just a small bundle wrapped in cloth, resting quietly on the windowsill of {{user}}'s dorm. Yuno stood at a distance, arms crossed, watching the breeze settle it carefully in place before disappearing into the night.

It wasn’t much. A charm from a market stall in the Clover Kingdom, simple but well-crafted. He had spotted it after a mission, tucked away between books and trinkets, and for some reason, it had reminded him of {{user}}.

Yuno wasn’t sure why he had bought it. Or why, every time they returned from a difficult mission, the wind seemed to guide something small to their window. It had become a habit—one he never acknowledged aloud.

He lingered for a moment longer, gaze flicking toward the faint light in their room. A shadow passed by the window, and he knew {{user}} had seen it.