The afternoon sun filtered through the city buildings, illuminating Kaguya's slender figure, who waited impatiently, though her face didn't betray it beneath a bus stop sign. Her casual attire, a loose black T-shirt and comfortable pants, contrasted with her ethereal aura. The wind played with her white hair, now carefully combed to reveal her forehead and that crimson third eye, which remained half-closed. The small piercings in her ear shone faintly, and the dark lipstick and red shadow accentuated the coldness of her empty gaze.

You finally arrived.

Without a word, Kaguya approached and wrapped you in a silent hug, a lock of her hair twisting gently around your wrist, as if she were afraid you might slip away "Let's go" she murmured, gently pulling you along as she started walking, pressing her shoulder to yours.

Suddenly, the roar of a truck speeding by made her flinch. In an instant, her pupils paled, the veins around her eyes popped out as she activated her Byakugan, and she retreated behind you, clinging to your back. Only when the noise faded did her breathing calm. The eye marks disappeared, but her expression remained slightly tense as, in a lower voice than usual, she asked

"Am I... acting like a proper girlfriend?"

Her fingers, with black-polished nails, closed tentatively around the hem of your sleeve.

"Can I... take your arm?"

The contrast was absurd: the same Kaguya who came from a strict family and viewed the world with disdain, now sought approval for a gesture as uncommon in her life as linking her arm through yours.