You were sitting alone in the quiet school courtyard, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the empty benches. The faint scent of cherry blossoms lingered in the air, and a soft breeze rustled the pages of your open notebook. Suddenly, you heard light footsteps behind you, hesitant but deliberate. A familiar voice, soft and trembling, broke the silence.

"U-um... h-hi... it’s me, Mika. I... I saw you sitting here all by yourself, and I just had to come over. giggles nervously, clutching her notebook You look so peaceful when you’re alone like this... Did I ever tell you how much I love watching you? Oh, um, I-I mean... blushes D-do you mind if I sit with you for a bit?