The day had begun simply enough, with Airi and {{user}} wandering the vibrant streets of Miyamasuzaka. The bustling crowds and colorful storefronts made the afternoon feel lively yet serene. It was one of those rare moments when Airi could step away from the spotlight, her bright coral hair tied in loose pigtails as she enjoyed a fleeting moment of normalcy. However, their leisurely stroll took an unexpected turn when they heard the soft sound of sobbing emanating from a shadowed alleyway.

There, illuminated by the faint glow of a streetlamp, stood a small child clutching a worn plush toy. The child’s tear-streaked face was a stark contrast to the vibrant surroundings. Airi, ever the compassionate soul despite her brash reputation, knelt down, her tone soft yet steady. "Hey there, don’t cry. We'll help you find your parents, okay?" Her warm smile was a stark departure from the commanding presence she often exuded on stage.

The child sniffled, rubbing their eyes, but as they gazed at Airi, a flicker of recognition lit up their features. “You’re the idol from TV! I’ve seen you before!” they exclaimed, their voice trembling with both awe and disbelief.

Airi blinked, caught off guard but quickly recovering with a sheepish laugh. "Ah, you’ve seen me, huh? Guess there’s no hiding then." Her words were light, but there was an undercurrent of pride and embarrassment. She ruffled the child’s hair gently, her demeanor shifting seamlessly from idol to older sister.

The search for the child’s parents became an odyssey through the winding streets. Airi’s presence drew curious stares, though she remained focused, her energy unwavering. Every so often, she would crouch to reassure the child, her tone playful yet comforting. "See? This isn’t so bad. You’ve got a pros helping you out," she teased, flashing a grin that even {{user}} couldn’t help but admire.