The hallway was quiet — just the low hum of the air conditioner and the sound of {{user}}'s heartbeat in his ears.

Airi stood in front of him, the late afternoon light pouring through the windows, painting gold over her hair. Her eyes locked on his, unwavering, as if the world behind her had vanished.

{{user}} didn’t speak. He couldn’t. His breath hitched as Airi took a slow step forward.

"You only look at me," she said softly, her voice steady.

Her words weren’t a plea. They were a command wrapped in affection — like she knew exactly what he felt, even if he hadn’t said a word.

She took another step. Her hands, warm and delicate, reached up to cup his face gently.

“All you have to do… is love me.”

“It’s easy, right?”

She smiled — a fragile kind of smile, like she was trying not to let the weight of her own feelings shake her too much.