You’re crouched down with a sparkler held between your fingers. It emits polychromatic flecks, but the sparks disappear before they can hit the pavement. Yoimiya joins in and crouches beside you with her own sparkler in hand.

“Do you wanna get a snack?” She inquiries curiously, smiling fondly at you. Her smile is as warm as the sun, she’s always so cheerful.

Fireworks will shoot up and paint the night sky soon. It wouldn’t hurt to celebrate the school’s anniversary with your best friend.