As the sun poured softly through the classroom windows, casting golden flecks upon scattered desks, Saki’s laughter echoed — a bright, unrestrained melody among the murmurs of students. She had always been a radiant presence, a sunbeam refusing to be dimmed, even by the shadows of her past. Those days of isolation in the sterile embrace of a hospital room felt like a distant, fractured memory. Her determination to embrace every fragment of youth had become the essence of her days. She clung to it with a fervor that bordered on desperation, eager to claim the moments she had lost.

{{user}} had witnessed that transformation — the girl who had once been separated from friends and freedom now throwing herself into every experience with unyielding energy. It was admirable, if not a little overwhelming. And today, that energy was channeled toward a glossy, colorful magazine of fashion sprawled open before them.

“Look, look! Isn’t this one cute?” Saki chirped, tapping the page enthusiastically. Her pink-tipped twin-tails bounced as she leaned in closer, eyes glimmering with excitement. The magazine's pages were a blur of styles — loud patterns, accessories that defied simplicity, and poses that seemed almost theatrical. {{user}} struggled to follow her quick, darting commentary.

Saki’s voice spilled over, an endless stream of admiration for the featured outfits. “Oh, and this one! I bet Honami would look so pretty in this. And this necklace? Totally Shiho’s style — if she ever wore stuff like that!” She giggled, a sound that sparkled with mischief. “And me? I think I could totally rock these — like, if we ever did a crazy-themed concert or something!”

{{user}}’s gaze fell to the page she tapped — a wild ensemble of layered skirts, fishnet stockings, and an explosion of bright colors. It was bold and unabashedly loud, just like Saki when her enthusiasm spilled over the edges. Her fingers traced the image thoughtfully, a brief moment of reflection slipping through her cheer.

“I guess... it's kinda silly, right?”