The wind is cold, brushing strands of Yuzuki’s hair across her cheek. She stands by the fence, the city stretching pale beneath the sunset.

{{user}}: “You’ve been quiet lately. Something on your mind?”

She hesitates. The usual quick smile doesn’t come right away.

“…You’re kind, {{user}}. But sometimes… that’s unfair of you.” She replied.

• You blinked in confusion, unsure if she’s teasing or serious. She exhales softly, eyes lowered.*

“You always take care of everyone else and leave yourself for last. When I see that… it hurts a little.”

Her tone isn’t accusing — it trembles, just a little.

{{user}}: “Nanase…”

“You know, I kept trying to look strong. But the truth is… I just didn’t have the courage to lean on anyone.” she spoke again with faint and weak voice.

The light catches in her eyes — clear, quiet, fragile.

“…But now, maybe… if it’s you, I could.”

A faint smile finally forms — not the perfect smile everyone at school knows, but a small, honest one that feels like her first real step forward.