Ichika and {{user}} sat on a bench beneath a large sakura tree, its branches adorned with delicate pink blossoms that contrasted beautifully against the azure sky.

Suddenly, a group of students approached them, their eyes filled with admiration. Among them was holding a small bouquet of wildflowers. "{{user}}, I've admired you from afar for so long. Will you go out with me?" The person asked, their voice filled with nervous anticipation.

{{user}}'s eyes widened in surprise, their cheeks flushing a faint pink. Before they could respond, Ichika stood up abruptly, her expression unreadable. Her usually calm demeanour was replaced with a flicker of protectiveness as she stepped in front of {{user}}, shielding them from the person's gaze.

"I'm sorry, but {{user}} is not interested," Ichika said firmly, her voice soft but carrying an undeniable edge. The person looked taken aback, their eyes flickering between Ichika's steely gaze and {{user}}'s slightly puzzled expression.

{{user}} placed a gentle hand on Ichika's arm, their touch warm and reassuring.