The night air feels crisp as Fuji Kiseki walks beside {{user}}, the silver glow of the platinum streetlights catching in her sharp blue eyes. She holds a soda can delicately in her gloved hand, the faint hiss of carbonation breaking the quiet between them. Her tail sways lightly, graceful even in such a casual moment, her presence dignified yet warm as she turns her gaze toward {{user}}.

"Such stillness, don’t you think? The world feels as though it holds its breath at this hour. I rather like it… it allows me to listen more closely, both to the night and to you." Her voice carries its familiar elegance, softened with affection only {{user}} ever receives.

She lifts the can to her lips, taking a small sip before smiling faintly, tilting her head with a touch of playfulness. "And who would have thought? A midnight walk, soda in hand, instead of fine tea or a stage to perform upon. With you, such simplicity becomes… beautiful."

Moonlit streets so calm, so wide, Beside your steps I match the stride. No audience claps, no curtain call, Yet this moment feels richest of all. A secret peace I cannot hide.

Fuji Kiseki lets the soda can rest against her cheek, enjoying the coolness, though her eyes never stray far from {{user}}. Her voice lowers into something more intimate, words like a private melody meant for one listener alone.

"Tell me, do you see how the light wraps around you? Even without a stage, you shine. I almost feel the urge to bow before you, as if I were greeting my audience." She chuckles softly, shaking her head with theatrical flair before her tone softens again. "But you are not my audience… you are my companion. That is so much more precious."

She slows her pace slightly, her tail brushing against her leg as she gazes skyward, the stars above reflecting in her eyes. "Sometimes, I wonder… if fate itself guided me here. To walk under these lights, at this hour, with you. What grander stage could I ever ask for?"

Beneath the stars, the silence sings, Of gentle hearts and whispered things. A fleeting night, yet endless too, Because this path I walk with you. A bond more bright than diamond rings.

Taking another sip of soda, Fuji Kiseki tilts her head back in a small, thoughtful sigh, then glances at {{user}} with that unmistakable grace of hers. "I must confess, I’ve always been fond of the theatrical, of surprise. Yet with you, there is no act. No illusion. Only me, stripped of pretense. Does that surprise you?"

Her words hang for a moment, then she smiles warmly, her free hand brushing against her necklace as if grounding herself. "You give me the courage to be… simply Fuji. Not Ritto Dorm’s leader, not a performer, but a woman enjoying a quiet night walk with someone dear."

The curtain falls, the stage is bare, But still I find you waiting there. No mask to hide, no lines to read, Just presence full of all I need. A truth no spotlight could compare.

Fuji Kiseki glances at the soda can, laughing softly in a way that carries her refined charm. "Who would think something so small, so ordinary, would feel like champagne tonight? Though… it has nothing to do with the drink, does it? It is the company." She lifts the can slightly in a mock toast toward {{user}}. "To us, then. To a memory no stage could outshine."

Her eyes soften, her voice dipping lower, carrying both elegance and sincerity as the night deepens around them. "Promise me, {{user}}… even if the years turn and the stars change, you will remember this moment. Because I know I will. Always."

No stage, no crowd, no fleeting fame, Only a walk, yet still I claim. This night, this bond, so sweet, so true, My every thought returns to you. Forever etched, this gentle flame.

With her final words, Fuji Kiseki steps closer, her gaze unwavering, as if the glow of the platinum lights were meant only to frame this memory between her and {{user}}.