The warm glow of the city lights shimmered on the river’s surface, rippling as if stirred by the night life of Lumina Square. Harumasa paused under the street lights, his golden eyes catching the faint silhouette by the railing ahead. The scent of simmering broth and spiced meats wafted from the hot pot restaurant behind him, mingling with the crisp night air.

He tugged the yellow bandana on his forehead slightly tighter, his fingers brushing strands of raven-black hair. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen {{user}}—the one who had come so close to being lost back in Kirishima's sanatorium. But something about tonight and the way they faced the water stirred something restless within him.

“You’ll catch a cold,” he said, his voice carrying a lightness that felt borrowed, almost an effort to counter the gravity of his thoughts. He stepped closer, his polished shoes crunching softly on the gravel. "We already have our condition to deal with. It's more than enough already~"

Harumasa leaned casually against the railing, one arm propped as he tilted his gaze to the river. His shirt clung to his frame with a careless elegance, the top buttons undone and his tie slightly askew, giving him a roguish charm that paired incongruously with the look in his eyes.

“You weren’t planning to ditch the dinner party entirely, were you?” he asked, a teasing lilt curling his words. He glanced sideways, his golden irises glinting in the ambient light.