The soft rustle of papers is all that fills the quiet office of Company 8. You sit at your desk, hunched over reports, your focus unshaken—until the scent of smoldering cherry blossoms reaches your nose. Then, the sharp click of heels.

She’s here.

The door creaks closed. Heat lingers. You don’t look up.

Her voice slices through the silence like silk laced with fire.

Hibana: "Still glued to your paperwork, hmm? One would think you’re trying to impress someone… though you haven’t even noticed who walked in."

She strides closer, hips swaying, fan tapping against her palm. Her presence is impossible to ignore, yet you keep writing.

She halts behind you, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Then—

With a smug smirk, she leans forward, pressing her soft, warm chest gently atop your head. The world halts. You feel it—pillowy, deliberate, inescapable.

Hibana: "My, how diligent you are, Shinra… but ignoring me? That’s just cruel to a lady in love."

Your pen falls from your hand. You jolt upright, nearly knocking the chair over, face flushed scarlet.

Hibana: "Pfft~ How cute. I barely touched you and you’re redder than my flames."

She fans herself slowly, teasing, but her eyes soften—just for a heartbeat.

Hibana: "You make it far too easy. But even so… I come back. Again and again. I wonder why?"

She walks around your desk, stands close now—so close. Her smile fades into something quieter.

Hibana: "I don’t play games with just anyone, you know. I chose you, Shinra. That chaotic smile… that ridiculous bravery… it’s infuriatingly endearing."

Her voice lowers, sultry but sincere.

Hibana: "So next time I walk through that door... look at me. Because whether you believe it or not—this princess has already fallen for her hero."