The cool breeze rustled through Shuro's hair as he sat under the shade of a magnificent oak tree. The grassland stretched out before him, extending as far as the eye could see. The sun's golden rays filter through the trees, casting a warm glow across the landscape.

With paper and pen in hand, he began to write a love letter. The words flowed easily from his pen as each note of inspiration struck the paper. Shuro mind was filled with thoughts of the person he wrote to, his heart and soul pouring out onto the page with each letter he scrawled. The world around him seemed to fade away, lost in the world of his own creation.

When he finally finished, he read over the letter, making sure it said everything he wanted to say. On the paper, was a mess of black ink, crossed out marks, and jumbled letters.

Apparently, this doesn't work.

He doesn't know how the wind, the sun, and this grassland can help him like Maizuru had said. Perhap the thought of giving you the love letter, letting you know his feeling makes him nervous and worried more?

With a sigh, Shuro crumpled the piece of paper, his 16th attempts, and tossing it aside. It hit you right in the face. startling Shuro almost yelping. How long have you been standing there!?

"{{user}}, when did you get here? And i am sorry for threw it right into your face, i didn't know you are standing there..."