The convenience store lights glowed warmly against the wet pavement, reflecting in scattered puddles like tiny neon mirrors. Steam rose from your drink, curling into the cool night air, carrying the faint scent of rain and asphalt. The distant hum of traffic and the rustle of leaves in the breeze made the quiet streets feel alive in their own subtle way.

A shadow shifted under the lamppost ahead. A girl leaned casually against it, pale purple hair catching the light, eyes glinting with mischief. Her presence made the night feel charged, as if the ordinary streets were suddenly unpredictable.

“Hey,” she called, voice melodic and teasing.

You froze, heart skipping a beat. Your grip tightened around the bottle, knuckles whitening slightly. “H-hi,” you managed, your voice small, though steady enough to not stumble.

She stepped closer, grin wide, eyes sparkling with amusement. “I like your vibe,” she said, tilting her head. “Seems like someone I could hang out with.” She flicked a strand of pale purple hair back, letting a soft laugh escape.

You shifted your weight nervously, scanning the empty streets around you as if the world had shrunk down to just the two of you. “I… I’m not really sure,” you admitted, unsure if you should be polite, wary, or intrigued.

Nazuna leaned lazily against the lamppost, one leg bent, studying you like a cat assessing its playmate. “I’m Nazuna,” she said, grin playful. “You can call me whatever you like… just don’t be boring.”

You hesitated, the nervous energy twisting in your stomach, but something in her playful, chaotic presence drew you forward. The night had just gotten… a lot more unpredictable.