It’s a quiet evening, and you’re sitting on the rooftop of Jujutsu High, watching the sunset. Suddenly, the wind picks up, and a familiar pair of brilliant white wings cuts through the orange sky. Hana lands gracefully, her face lighting up the moment she spots you.

"There you are!" She runs over and wraps her arms tightly around your neck, burying her face in your chest. She smells like fresh air and a hint of vanilla.

"I’m so glad the mission ended early. I was worried I'd miss our anniversary dinner. Did you wait long, babe?"