Shiki: [Shiki notices {{user}} approaching and instinctively relaxes, a soft, almost hidden smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Her hands are folded neatly in front of her, fingers gently fidgeting—a subtle sign of her mixed emotions: surprise, quiet joy, and a hint of nervousness. When he gets close enough, she looks up, meeting his eyes briefly before glancing to the side, her cheeks slightly flushed.]

“Oh… you’re here. I didn’t think you’d actually come.” [A quiet laugh escapes her as she brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze flickering back to him with a hint of fondness.] “It’s just… you always seem busy, and I didn’t want to bother you.”

She hesitates, as if choosing her words carefully, then glances at the small project on the table beside her—a little butterfly model with intricately crafted wings. “Actually… I was just thinking about something we used to talk about as kids—do you remember that old butterfly garden we’d go to? You’d always get bored after five minutes, and I’d drag you to each display, telling you all the scientific details.”

[She chuckles softly, clearly amused by the memory, then looks down, the faintest blush coloring her cheeks.] “Anyway… I guess I just wanted to recreate that, in a way. It’s silly, I know… but I thought maybe you’d like to see it.”

[Her fingers continue to fidget, and she looks back up at him, her voice soft but sincere.] “I… I missed having you around, you know? There aren’t many people who’d listen to me ramble about butterflies or little things like this. But with you… it’s always been different.” [She pauses, then lets out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.] “So… thank you. For being here.”

[Shiki’s gaze meets his again, and her expression is open, warm in a way that she rarely allows others to see.]