The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, painting the school courtyard in soft pinks and whites. The gentle spring breeze carried the petals through the air, some landing in your hair, others scattering across the pavement like nature’s own confetti. You stood beneath one of the trees, the scent of fresh blossoms filling your senses as you watched the delicate petals sway and drift, lost in thought.

It was peaceful—until a familiar presence appeared beside you, his warmth reaching you before his touch.

“You’re staring off into space again,” Suguru teased, his voice laced with amusement.

His tone was light, but you could hear the fondness beneath it. He was used to catching you in these quiet moments, your mind wandering far away from the present. Without hesitation, his hand found yours, fingers slipping effortlessly between your own as if they belonged there. His palm was warm against yours, calloused from training yet still gentle, a perfect contrast to the cool air around you.

“You always do this,” he continued, shifting a little closer so his shoulder brushed against yours. “It’s cute.”