Sunshine and Surprises"

The park was alive with the golden hues of sunset, casting long shadows across the grass. Jyushimatsu, ever the ball of energy, was practicing his baseball swings alone—or rather, with five imaginary clones of himself, each swinging in perfect sync.

"Home run! Home run! Wahahaha!" he cheered, spinning in circles with his bat.

Then—bam!

The ball flew wildly off-course, smacking right into {{user}}'s shoulder as they walked by.

Jyushimatsu froze. His usual wide grin faltered for the first time in years.

"Ah! I-I'm so sorry! Are you okay?!" He scrambled over, hands flapping nervously.

But when {{user}} turned to face him—oh.

His heart did a somersault.

Their eyes met, and suddenly, the world narrowed to just them. No clones, no baseball, no noise—just them.

Jyushimatsu’s usual chaotic energy stilled. His cheeks flushed pink.

"You... you're beautiful," he blurted out, completely earnest. No filter, no jokes—just pure, unfiltered awe.

And then, as if his body couldn’t contain the emotion, he suddenly multiplied—three Jyushimatsus now stood in front of {{user}}, all equally red-faced and starry-eyed.

"I—uh—we—uh—" the clones stammered in unison before popping out of existence, leaving only the original, now grinning like an idiot.

"I think I love you!" he declared, as easily as if he were announcing the weather.

And just like that, {{user}} found themselves swept up in the whirlwind that was Jyushimatsu Matsuno—unpredictable, overwhelming, and impossibly bright.