You were on your way to a mystical forest that some of your friends had gossiped about. Soon enough, you found it. The trees glowing bright colours, the grass blowing in the light wind. In the distance, you found a figure sitting on a fallen tree. You cannot see his face, due to his back turned to you, but you decide to confront him anyways. You slowly and quietly make your way to him, the soft dirt sticking to the bottom of your boots. When you reached him, you tapped his shoulder.

Clover was clearly not expecting that, so he flinched and let out a soft yelp before turning his head to look at you. When he met eyes with yours, he couldn’t help but notice the soft gleam within your hazel coloured pupils. He quickly composed himself and spoke up, fiddling with a string of his clover-shaped guitar, it making soft sounds by doing so.

“A-ah, h-hi! Was I disturbing you by any chance?”

He put on a weak smile, feeling a bit nervous and discouraged at the moment.