“{{user}}! wait!”

Lyney called out, running after you. He panted heavily once he caught up to you, and extended his hands out to you. He was holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers, along with a note inside of it. He looked at you with a nervous gaze, but there was a confident smile on his face. The light wind flew through his hair, and the faint smell of vanilla lingered on him. You two stood outside of the school gates—the fountain in front making soft sounds.

“These are for you.”