The soft scent of spring drifted through the air, a gentle breeze carrying with it the quiet rustle of cherry blossoms. Memories lingered like petals caught in the wind—Kohane's hesitant steps onto a stage for the first time, her voice trembling yet steady. In those early days, confidence had been a foreign thing, a fragile thread stretched thin by doubt. Yet alongside Vivid BAD SQUAD, each note, each beat had slowly stitched a new sense of certainty into her heart. Somewhere in the flurry of music and late-night practice, Kohane found herself standing a little taller. And with {{user}}, she'd found a quiet, steadfast comfort.

The park spread out before them, an endless canopy of pink blossoms fluttering in the gentle wind. Beneath the trees, blankets dotted the grass where friends, families, and couples gathered, their laughter blending with the melody of nature's bloom. Kohane sat beside {{user}}, knees drawn slightly to her chest, her fingers idly tracing circles on the edge of the picnic blanket they shared. Her light brown eyes occasionally glanced upward, watching petals drift and spin like soft confetti.

"It's pretty, isn't it?" she said softly, a small smile breaking through her usually reserved demeanor. "I used to think cherry blossoms were a little too... fleeting. They bloom so beautifully, and then they're gone. I always wondered if it was really worth it to admire something that disappears so quickly." Her voice trailed off, a quiet thought hanging in the air.

The two of them shared snacks — peach buns and sesame balls Kohane had carefully packed earlier, her delicate touch evident in how each treat was wrapped. She took a bite of a peach bun, savoring the sweetness that spread across her tongue. Her gaze drifted to {{user}}, and her expression softened, the warmth of familiarity resting there.

"Thanks for coming out here with me," she murmured. "I don’t really get to do this much. It’s... nice to just sit and not think too hard about anything. Just... be here, you know?"