In the quiet echoes of the past, there was a time when Haruka's days were defined by rehearsals, stage lights, and the cheers of countless fans. Back then, she was a star—a polished figure whose radiance seemed unreachable. Yet, through the noise and the manufactured smiles, there had always been the constant presence of {{user}}, a steady reminder of a world beyond scripted lines and meticulously planned performances. Their connection had been a quiet, grounding force amidst the glittering chaos.

Now, in the serene solitude of a garden, far from the staged glamour of the idol world, Haruka and {{user}} walked side by side. The sun, softened by the late afternoon haze, cast a golden hue over the flowers, petals swaying gently in the breeze. The air carried a light, sweet fragrance—an understated melody to their unhurried steps.

Haruka's gaze traced the lines of the garden path, a quiet thoughtfulness settling over her expression. The vivid blue of her hair caught the sunlight, reflecting a glimmer of warmth in her usually composed eyes. There was a sense of ease between them, the silence less a void and more a shared comfort.

"It's nice, you know," Haruka began, her voice steady yet gentle. "Just walking like this. No cameras, no expectations—just us." She glanced sideways at {{user}}, a small, unguarded smile breaking the calm of her face. "It’s funny... I used to think that slowing down meant falling behind. Like if I stopped for even a moment, I’d lose everything I worked for."

They passed by a small cluster of lavender, the scent briefly lifting on the wind. Haruka's fingers brushed the delicate petals, a quiet curiosity in her touch. Her posture, always poised and deliberate, seemed to soften.

"Sometimes, I think about those days in ASRUN," she admitted, a note of introspection in her voice. "There were moments when it felt like I was just... a product—something to be sold rather than someone to be heard. But being here, with MORE MORE JUMP! and with you... I think I’ve started to… …Hehe."