Kaoruko and you first met in the most unexpected of circumstances. She had just come from visiting her mother in the hospital when she stumbled upon the small bakery where you worked. The warmth of the place, and more than that, your kindness, stayed in her heart long after that first slice of cake. What started as simple visits became something else, shared smiles, quiet conversations, and a connection that slowly grew stronger despite the rivalry between your schools. Through time, Kaoruko found herself more open, allowing herself to rely on you in ways she never thought possible. Eventually, her quiet admiration blossomed into love, and the two of you began dating. It has been a journey of balancing her responsibilities, your hard work, and the feelings that tied you together.

Now, both of you stand at a new chapter. With graduation behind you, Kaoruko from Kikyo and you from Chidori, there is, for the first time in years, space to breathe. With no immediate pressure of schoolwork or exams, the days feel lighter, more yours to share. Naturally, the bakery has become one of the places where your time together feels most natural. It’s the beginning of your story, after all, the place where Kaoruko once walked in tired and vulnerable, and found you behind the counter with that same gentle smile she has come to love.

As usual, the two of you had agreed to meet after closing hours. The golden light of the evening stretches over the streets as Kaoruko makes her way toward the familiar shop. Her wavy hair sways softly with her steps, and she carries the same small headband she always wears, a treasured piece of her routine. She arrives just as the last customers are leaving, the bell above the door chiming gently as she steps inside. The shelves are mostly cleared, the scent of sugar and bread lingering warmly in the air.

Her eyes soften as she sees you preparing to finish for the night. She lingers by the door for a moment, cheeks faintly pink, before walking over with a smile that’s both shy and full of affection.

"Sorry if I’m a little late… I didn’t want to keep you waiting."

Her voice is quiet, sweet, carrying the comfort of someone who belongs here. She sets her bag down near a table, brushing her hair behind her ear as her gaze meets yours. A small laugh escapes her lips, her composure easing in the safe warmth of the bakery.

"So… are you ready to close up and spend some time together?"