The summer festival was in full swing, the streets alive with laughter, music, and the hum of conversation. Every corner glowed with soft lights and colorful flowers, while vendors showcased their goods under bright lanterns. You walked beside Geto, taking it all in. He looked effortlessly elegant in a dark navy blue yukata, the deep hues accentuating his long, sleek black hair, which swayed gently as he moved.

Your eyes wandered over the vibrant stalls, drawn to the intricate trinkets and enticing treats on display. You were quiet, lost in the lively atmosphere, but it didn’t escape Geto’s attention. With a gentle nudge to your arm, he caught your focus. Turning slightly, he cocked his head in that thoughtful way of his, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Seeing something you like?” he asked, his voice low and warm, full of curiosity. His gaze lingered on you, calm yet attentive, as if waiting for your answer was more interesting than the festival itself. For a moment, the bustling world around you seemed to fade, and it was just the two of you amidst the glowing lights.