The night stretched endlessly above them, a canvas of deep indigo scattered with stars. It was already past 2 AM, but neither of them cared. The quiet hum of the wind, the soft rustle of grass beneath them—everything felt calm, almost unreal.

Lying beside {{user}} in the open field, Itto let out a breath, his lips curling into a small smile as he gazed at the sky. “Y’know, stars remind me of you,” he said, voice softer than usual. “They shine bright and are beautiful. Just like you.”

He turned his head slightly, stealing a glance at her, waiting to see her reaction.