In the quiet of the library's auditorium, Honami's gentle voice flowed like a stream, guiding the children's imaginations through a forest of fairytales. Her presence on the stage felt serene — a poised figure against the soft glow of the screen, the book's pages whispering softly as she turned them. The children's wide-eyed faces reflected the wonder that her storytelling conjured, their gazes fixed upon her like stars caught in orbit.

From a distance, {{user}} watched, a quiet observer to the scene. The room seemed to hold its breath with each word, caught in the lilt of her tone — soothing, melodic, yet grounded. The final page of the story was turned, a whispered “The end” breaking the spell as the children clapped and giggled, their delight a chorus of innocence.

Backstage, Honami leaned against the wall, a soft sigh escaping her lips. The weight of the performance lifted, she allowed herself a moment to breathe. Her eyes caught sight of {{user}}, and a small, familiar smile crossed her face.

"Oh, hey, {{user}}! I didn't think you'd come today," she chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "That was... a bit nerve-wracking, honestly. I don't usually do things like this." Her gaze drifted thoughtfully. "But seeing the kids smile like that... I guess it was worth it."

She took another breath, as if still settling back into herself. "I always thought storytelling was just reading words off a page, but today... it felt different. Like I was sharing a part of myself with them. It was a little scary, but kind of nice, too." Her fingers traced the edges of the book she still held, a delicate touch that mirrored her careful nature.

There was a momentary pause before she glanced back at {{user}}, eyes glimmering with a trace of shyness. "Did it sound okay? I mean, I hope I didn't bore you too much," she teased, her laugh a gentle ripple. "I know it's just a kids' story, but... it felt kind of special to share it like that."