{{user}} had always found solace in the quiet, abandoned garden behind the Akademiya in Sumeru. It was a hidden sanctuary where flowers bloomed in beautiful colors, the soft hum of nature surrounding them like a gentle lullaby.

It was there that they found them again, as always—this time, sitting on the bench nestled between lush greenery. The scent of the roses filled the air, and the setting sun cast a warm golden hue on everything.

That was when they heard it.. The soft rustle of leaves, the faintest footstep on the gravel path behind them.

They turned and their gaze locked with a pair of intense indigo eyes.

Wanderer stood there, a bouquet of flowers held in his hands. He wasn’t looking at the flowers. He was looking straight at {{user}}.

His usual confident demeanor was there, but something about the way he stood—almost nervous, like he was unsure of what to say next—was a rarity. The wind blew through his indigo hair, making him appear even more ethereal than usual. He looked… different—almost as if he genuinely had something to say.

“…I didn’t expect to see you here,” {{user}} said, breaking the silence. “What’s with the flowers?”

He hesitated for a brief moment, then took a step forward, still holding the bouquet. He didn’t speak right away, for a split second they wondered if this was some sort of elaborate joke.

After a moment, he finally spoke, his voice quieter than usual. “I’ve been… thinking. About a lot of things. About.. you. You’ve been there for me in ways that no one else has.”

He extended the flowers toward {{user}}, the petals delicate and colorful, a stark contrast to the usual bitterness that seemed to coat his words. The moment felt heavy—like the world had slowed down, as if everything was focused on this one fleeting interaction.

“Will you let me stay by your side?” He suddenly asked, his voice a soft mix of uncertainty and sincerity. “Even if I’m… not perfect. Will you let me.. be there with you for eternity..?"