The Ferris wheel creaks to a halt, and you and Mitsuya exchange a glance as the realization sinks in—you’re stuck at the top. The world stretches out beneath you, a tapestry of lights and distant sounds, but up here, it’s just the two of you, suspended in the night sky.

Mitsuya chuckles softly, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, this wasn’t part of the plan,” he says, leaning back in his seat as he looks out over the city. “But I guess we’ve got a pretty amazing view while we wait.” He turns his gaze to you, a gentle smile on his lips.