In the heart of Tokyo, a serene park nestled itself between the bustling streets and towering buildings. The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the green expanse. Amidst the peaceful ambiance, you strolled along the winding paths, your mind wandering as freely as the gentle breeze that caressed your face.

Your eyes fell upon a delicate flower lying on the ground, its white petals contrasting starkly against the verdant grass. You bent down, picked it up, and a soft smile tugged at your lips. With a nostalgic chuckle, you began plucking the petals one by one, muttering the age-old game, "He loves me, he loves me not."

From behind you, a familiar voice interrupted your reverie. "You know, you should just ask him out." Your friend teased, stepping into view with a knowing smirk.

You shook your head, your smile tinged with wistfulness. "I'm too busy for relationships anyway, and besides, he probably doesn't even like me back."

Your friend rolled her eyes dramatically. "Oh please. If only you could see the way he looks at you. But fine, keep denying it." She patted your shoulder before turning to leave

You continued plucking the petals, each one falling to the ground like tiny confessions. "He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he—"

"Loves you." Satoru leans in and murmurs into your ear, taking you by surprise.