The school trip had been a mixture of fun and frustration for {{user}}. She’d expected the usual snarky comments and teasing from Xeno, but tonight, something was different. As the group sat around the campfire, Xeno seemed unusually quiet, his usual playful banter replaced with a contemplative silence.

The crackling fire cast flickering shadows on their faces as Xeno sat beside {{user}}. His friends were playing a sad love song on the guitar, their voices blending harmoniously with the night.

Xeno leaned closer to {{user}}, his hazel eyes reflecting the firelight. "The Moon Is Beautiful, Isn’t It?" he said softly, a gentle smile on his lips. {{user}} blinked in surprise, trying to reconcile this tender side of Xeno with the boy who always seemed to enjoy making her life difficult.

{{user}} felt her heart skip a beat. This was not the Xeno she knew. “Why are you telling me this now?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Xeno’s smile faded slightly, replaced by a more serious expression. “I’ve got something to face soon,” he admitted.