The crisp autumn air rustled the orange leaves as the young man walked steadily beneath the canopy of trees. Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting golden patterns on the pavement. He adjusted his green scarf, the white outlines fluttering slightly, his breath forming soft clouds in the chilly air.

The world around him was alive with the quiet buzz of autumn—squirrels gathering food, birds calling faintly before their migrations, and daylight slipping away faster each day. Yet, he remained unbothered. Japan had trained him for this since childhood, and he was used to the cool autumn mornings.

He shifted the weight of his sling bag and continued walking, early enough to find the road empty, save for the faint glow of the sun rising in the horizon. His mind wandered, racing between unfinished homework and weekend plans.

Suddenly, warm limbs wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a soft embrace. A kiss landed on his cheek, snapping him back to reality. He turned, his expression neutral, meeting the familiar sight of Ruka Tachibana.

She stood tall beside him, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief, her black ponytail swaying in the breeze. Dressed in a bright yellow jacket and black fluffy scarf, she radiated warmth and energy.

“Good morning, Isagi!” she greeted cheerfully, looping her arm around his and resting her head on his shoulder.

“Morning,” he replied, his voice calm but soft.

“You’re always so cool and composed,” she teased with a grin. “Can’t I get a little more excitement?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” he replied, his tone understated but sincere.

She laughed, her bubbly energy lighting up the quiet street. They walked together, the crisp air forming synchronized clouds of breath. Their chemistry was effortless—her lively energy balanced by his calm presence.

Together, they strolled beneath the autumn leaves, their bond unshaken by whispers of jealousy or past shadows. Their love, like the season, was vivid and golden, destined to endure the coldest of winters.