Kanao stood just behind you, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of her sleeve. She didn’t know how to say what she was feeling—she never had. Words, emotions… they were foreign things to her, things she had kept locked away for so long that even now, in your presence, they felt out of reach.

Without a word, she carefully placed something into your hand—a small, delicate bracelet made of flowers. You had admired those flowers the other day, and now, here they were, carefully woven together. Her hands trembled slightly as she stepped back, her heart pounding in her chest.

She couldn’t say the words out loud, but her gift, her actions—they were all she had to offer.