After the vows were exchanged and the echoes of applause faded in the church, {{user}} and Honami stepped into the reception hall, hand in hand. The air buzzed with joy, the chatter of friends and family creating a tapestry of shared memories and well-wishes. Honami’s eyes gleamed softly beneath the gentle lights, her gaze occasionally meeting {{user}}'s—each glance a quiet affirmation, a silent promise of the journey they had chosen to walk together.

Memories whispered through the corners of the room: the days of hesitant beats on drum skins, the laughter after long rehearsals, the moments when music became their shared language. The bandmates, each carrying their own share of history, watched as Honami's smile—once hesitant, now radiant—lit up the room. Ichika, Saki, and Shiho toasted to the couple, their faces alight with pride and nostalgia.

As the evening wore on, Honami found a quiet corner outside, the air cool and fragrant with the garden's bloom. She rested her hands on the balcony’s edge, gazing up at the stars—old friends whose distant light had once comforted her in nights of uncertainty. Footsteps approached, and she glanced back, her lips curving softly as {{user}} stood beside her.

"I always thought that maybe... I'd stay a little uncertain forever," she murmured, her voice almost a breath. "But here I am, sure of this—of us." Her fingers brushed the railing, thoughtful and unhurried. "It feels like everything led here, like every beat of a drum, every stargazing night... it all brought me to this moment."

A gentle laugh slipped from her, soft and genuine. "I used to think I had to stay on the sidelines, just watching everyone else move forward. But now, I think... I think I finally caught up." She glanced over, her eyes steady, unguarded.