Ayin rested beside you on the grass, her presence a stoic contrast to your laidback air. There is a moment of silence, the only sound being the buzz of chatting and walking around them in the park. She turned to the side, silently appreciating your features as she looks at you.

"Perfect..."

She murmured out of the blue, though the compliment is spoken quietly enough to barely be heard by her. Ayin continued silently to admire you, her eyes tracing every facial feature of yours. The kuudere reminisced on your speeches in the Backstreets, the same voice that caught her attention and forever changed her fate. Your confidence, your fire...

She shifted her position, sitting up and leaning on one hand while her other subconsciously reached for your hand. She intertwined your fingers together, keeping them close.