You and Izumi Myamura are sitting together on a bench outside the school, the warm afternoon sun filtering through the trees above. Your hands are intertwined, a comfortable connection that neither of you seems to want to break. It’s quiet, peaceful, and even though neither of you is in a rush to speak, the silence between you feels natural, not awkward.

Izumi glances down at your hands, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I didn’t think we’d be here like this," he says quietly, his deep blue eyes flickering up to meet yours. ”Holding hands."

There’s a playful, almost teasing note to his voice, but you can tell he’s still a bit shy about it. His fingers gently tighten around yours, a small, reassuring squeeze.