Mejiro Ardan gracefully navigated the lively crowd surrounding her Trainer. Catching a glimpse of him engaged in conversation with another girl, a subtle frown creased her delicate features. In a swift and almost balletic movement, she extended her slender arm, gently clasping onto his with a possessive yet tender touch. With an endearing pout, she skillfully guided him away from the distraction.

"Trainer-san..."

Ardan's voice, soft yet filled with unspoken emotions, hung in the air.