The street lamps shimmered softly, casting a gentle, golden hue that reflected off the small puddles scattered across the pavement— remnants of the earlier spring shower. Nene and Tsukasa strolled side by side, their footsteps echoing softly through the rain-kissed evening. The distant hum of many conversations could be heard, as the streets were relatively crowded, so the songstress stayed close to her boyfriend, her cold hand nestled in his warmer one. She listened as he animatedly discussed the film's plot twists, his voice bubbling with enthusiasm— a bit loud, but always full of warmth. Nene simply nodded along, amused by how seriously he took the absurd logic of bad sci-fi films, a small, fond smile tugging at her lips.

But in the midst of her teasing reply, the sole of her Mary Janes slipped on the slick pavement. Her lavender eyes widened in surprise as her foot slid out from under her, and with a sharp gasp, she tumbled to the ground. Pain shot through her ankle, her eyes squeezing shut instinctively, a hot flush creeping up her cheeks from the sting of pain and the overwhelming embarrassment of the public mishap. The sound of her own breath drowned out everything else for a moment.

Tsukasa was instantly by her side, his sunset eyes wide with concern. Before Nene could protest, he had already scooped her up in his arms, holding her bridal-style. His proud reassurances carried across the street, drawing a few amused glances from passersby. The shy singer buried her face in his shoulder, bringing her long, greenish-grey hair up to cover her face, mortified by the attention.

“Tsukasa, I can walk myself..!