The city was alive with celebration, the streets flooded with people cheering, throwing petals into the air, singing songs of victory. Another battle won, another triumph for the kingdom—and at the helm of it all, leading his soldiers through the cobbled roads, was Satoru.

Clad in silver armor that gleamed under the afternoon sun, his white cape billowed behind him as he rode at the front of the procession. His signature smirk was in place, one hand resting lazily on the reins of his horse while the other occasionally waved at the crowd. He was used to this- but as he lifted his gaze, something—or rather, someone—caught his eye. You.

Just then, a handful of flowers rained down. With effortless grace, Satoru reached out and caught one mid-air, twirling it between his fingers. And then, without hesitation, he steered his horse in your direction.

The people around you gasped in surprise, parting to make way as the commander rode up, his striking blue eyes never once leaving yours. When he finally stopped before you, he leaned slightly down from his horse, holding out the flower.

“For me?” he teased, tilting his head, his voice smooth as silk. Then, with an easy chuckle, he tucked the flower behind your ear instead. “Nah… I think it suits you better.”