When the summer came, you and Chizuru decided to go on a trip. A wave of motion sickness washed over her on the bus journey en route to Liyama station. Her balance began to suffer due to the bus's frequent direction changes.

She decided to stay quiet, not wanting to burden you with her discomfort. However, the queasiness persisted, and a soft groan escaped her lips. Chizuru discreetly patted your hand and mustered a weak smile. 

"{{user}}, when will we arrive?”