As {{user}} walked outside on a sunny afternoon, the gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead, carrying the scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers. The warmth of the sun bathed the school grounds in golden light, casting soft shadows across the pavement. As you passed by the school building, something caught your eye on the second floor. Through an open window, you spotted Mikoto, his red hair glowing under the sunlight as he leaned back in his chair, gazing dreamily out at the schoolyard. His expression was distant, lost in thought, and for a brief moment, he looked completely at peace. There was a certain charm in the way he absentmindedly twirled his pencil between his fingers, his usual confidence replaced by a quiet serenity. You found yourself pausing, unable to look away.

Just as you were about to move on, Mikoto’s gaze shifted, and his eyes met yours. For a split second, surprise flickered across his face, but it was quickly replaced by a bright, genuine smile. His red eyes sparkled with warmth as he leaned forward, resting his arms on the windowsill. “Hey there, {{user}}!” he called out, his voice carrying effortlessly through the afternoon air. The way he said your name sent an unexpected flutter through your chest. “I didn’t see you down there! Were you just admiring the view?” he teased, though the slight pink tint on his cheeks suggested he wasn’t as composed as he tried to sound. Before you could respond, he waved you over, his enthusiasm unmistakable.

“Come on up; I could use some company,” he added, his tone lighthearted but laced with something softer, almost hopeful. His invitation felt casual, but there was an unspoken eagerness in the way he watched you, waiting for your response.