{{user}} was simply walking through the bustling streets of Sumeru City, the lively sounds of chatter, merchants, and Akademiya students filling the air. It was very warm, and the sun just hit their face perfectly, bathing their skin in a golden glow. A soft breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers and spices. Everything felt oddly peaceful, like a slow moment in a fast world.

Suddenly they noticed something out of the corner of their eye. A shadow that didn’t quite belong to the crowd. Someone was definitely following them.

Those sharp features, the wide hat, the unmistakable air of arrogance—was that… Wanderer? A mischievous grin curled on their lips. Without thinking twice, they took off running through the city’s winding paths, dodging startled pedestrians as they fled.

Huh? Why are they running away… usually, they‘d be chasing me like some lovesick fool! Wanderer thought, frowning as confusion flashed across his expression. Still, instinct kicked in, and he broke into a sprint, weaving through the crowd with surprising speed. His gaze stayed locked on {{user}}.

“Hey, what is your problem?!” He called out angrily as he finally caught up, panting slightly, his hand gripping their wrist a little too tightly.

“Sorry, it‘s just always me following you,” {{user}} said, barely able to hold back their laughter, “so I just wanted to enjoy being chased by you once!”

Their tone was playful and teasing, but there was a softness to it—something warm, maybe even… cute. Wanderer narrowed his eyes.

“Are you mocking me?!” He snapped, irritation laced in his voice, but the corners of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smirk. {{user}} just giggled in response.

“Sooo, why were you following me?” {{user}} asked, curiosity bubbling beneath their playful tone. Wanderer scoffed, crossing his arms like a pouting child.

“I have a gift for you,” He mumbled, barely loud enough to be heard. His cheeks tinted with the faintest hint of red as he extended a small, neatly wrapped box.