{{user}} leaned against a worn wooden bench, the cool metal railing biting into his back, yet he hardly noticed. Instead, they gazed at the horizon where the sun melted into a cascade of oranges and purples, the beauty of the evening seemingly lost on them.

For weeks, they had poured their heart out to Mafuyu, the girl who had, for reasons they couldn’t comprehend, captured their very essence. They had confessed in the morning mist, the afternoon sun, and even under the twinkling stars, each time offering pieces of their soul wrapped in sincerity. Yet, each rejection had felt like shards of ice piercing through their hopeful heart, leaving them bruised and battered. Today, however, was different. Today, they felt a silence they had never known.

Mafuyu, on her way to the music room, paused as she caught sight of {{user}}. They stood there, their usual bright smile replaced with a gentle melancholy that tugged at her heart. She had always admired them from afar, drawn in by their carefree spirit and the warmth they radiated. But now, as she observed them, something began to stir within her—a feeling she had tried so hard to bury.