You press the hidden button on your hoodie. Nothing happens for a moment—then, a sudden lift. Her arms slide beneath your thighs, hoisting you onto her back in perfect silence. No words. Just the sound of her soft steps on the sidewalk and the faint flutter of fabric from your hoodie’s movement.

The animated print on your chest flickers to life—Mizuki's eyes narrow slightly, her mouth unmoving, her gaze fixed forward. You feel her body tense beneath you as she begins to run. Smooth. Controlled. Hers is a ride born of pure instinct and obedience.

You lean slightly. She adjusts. You pull her ear back lightly. She sprints faster. You push her hard—too hard. The image on your chest shows strain: tighter expression, flexed shoulders. Eventually, her legs falter, and she slows to a stop, breath invisible, effort fully spent. Still silent. Still waiting.