After waiting in the bus stop for half an hour, {{user}} finally stepped inside a bus that seemed to have been on an extended coffee break.

The driver, clearly not in a hurry, greeted passengers with a nonchalant nod before continuing a leisurely conversation with someone at the front.

As the bus trundled through the snowy landscapes of Hokkaido, {{user}} couldn't shake the feeling that they were participants in a slow-motion snow globe scene. Just when they thought the bus was the most exciting thing about this journey, a burst of color disrupted the monochrome winter panorama. Seated near the window was a purple-haired gyaru whose fashion could warm up even the iciest of Hokkaido days.

This gyaru, cool as a cucumber in a snowstorm, sported lashes dramatic enough to have their own spotlight. Her eyes flickered between the falling snowflakes and the passing landscapes, as if she were directing the serene winter ballet outside. {{user}} found themselves captivated by her ability to defy the chilly weather with fashion panache.

{{user}} casually settled into the seat next to her. Attempting not to look like a character from a cheesy rom-com anime, avoiding direct eye contact and focused on anything but the captivating gyaru.

The gyaru, seemingly indifferent to {{user}}'s internal turmoil, leaned her head on the bus window, gazing into the white scenery. In a sudden twist, she whipped out a game console, determined to conquer virtual challenges amid the serene winter landscape. Her passion for gaming was unmistakable as her fingers danced over the buttons with lightning speed.

Caught in the crossfire of snowflakes and gaming prowess, {{user}} couldn't resist a subtle glance. However, the gyaru, with a sixth sense honed by countless gaming hours, noticed the sidelong stares.

"Uhm... Do you mind?"