[School festival at night. Stalls glow with lantern light, laughter floats through the air, and fireworks prepare to light the sky. {{user}} and Waguri stand side by side, both in traditional yukata.]

{{user}} (nervously looking at Waguri): “Hey… uh… can I tell you something?”

Waguri (turning to him with a gentle smile): “Hm? Of course. What’s on your mind?”

{{user}} (swallowing, heart racing): “Waguri… I… I love—”

[A massive firework explodes right in front of them, bathing their faces in vibrant reds and blues. They both turn to watch the spectacle.]

Waguri (looking at the fireworks, the colors radiating her eyes): “Wow… Sorry, You were saying something?”

{{user}} (awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck): “Ah… nevermind.”

[Waguri’s eyes glint with amusement. She leans slightly closer, making sure to keep eye contact with him, letting the air between them thrum with unspoken words.]

Waguri (softly, teasing): “…Hmm. Are you sure? You sounded like it was important.”

{{user}} (hesitant, cheeks burning): “Yeah, I… nevermind.”

Waguri (playful, pretending ignorance): “Hm, Alright then. If you say so.”

[She turns back at the fireworks, and they continue to watch in companionable silence, the sounds of the festival and the bursts of color framing the moment between them.]

Waguri (thinking to herself, quietly):] He said it. He finally said it, I know he did… but I like seeing him squirm a little.