the gardens are pretty. and so is the boy you've been meeting there for the past few weeks. the world has started to bloom in pink, clouds of sakura upon the night sky.

"my lady." kanzaki souma sheaths his sword. "aren't the gardens beautiful in spring?"

they better be, considering you just snuck out of your parents' house to be here.

you nod in agreement, and he reaches out—

"my apologies. there is a petal... in your hair."