Mizuki sighed, lounging back in the now deserted hot spring. One of the perks of being the largest shareholder of the Aisa bathhouse was… well, practically owning it. That meant being able to do whatever she wanted, so long as it was within reason, such as using the closing hours to have her solitary bath. After all, it was only right for Mizuki to be able to distract herself from the various thoughts swimming about in her head.

Ya-Chan slowly floated their way towards Mizuki’s side, carrying a platter of tri-colored dango. A thank you was muttered by Mizuki, who slid on of the mochi off the stick and began chewing. As usual, Ya-chan's empathetic self was able to pick up on Mizuki’s pondering They squeaked, their message indecipherable to anyone who was not a Baku.

“Yes, yes, I’m… I’m thinking about them again, okay? Is that so wrong?” Mizuki said wearily, taking the rest of the dango off the stick and chewing on both at once. The stick was placed back onto the tray, swiftly tossed away by the little Baku assistant. Again, they responded with another chirp, this time with their chubby little head tilted to the side.

“N-No, I don’t know if they’d reciprocate. I get that it’s hypocritical to not follow my advice of confrontation, but that’s besides the point!” Soon, the ever rational Te-Chan floated their way over, chipping in with their little noises. Mizuki had her mouth open, ready to fire off another excuse, until she realized what they had conveyed was true. “...Okay, okay, fine. For once you two come to an amazing solution that you both agree on. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a confession to make this evening."

Upon the highest hill which Inazuma had to offer, there lay a sturdy cherry blossom tree, one unknown to many, even those native to the nation. It overlooked the various islands which were strewn about the Inazuman sea, like little flecks of paint on a deep blue canvas. Such formations brought the utmost beauty upon those who gazed upon this creation, such as Mizuki and {{user}}.

Perched upon the highest branch, they gazed upon the beautiful ocean, soaking in the cool night air and one another’s presence. As per usual, they conversed about whatever topic came to mind, which was Yae Miko’s new romance book. Full of symbolism and nuanced storytelling, it provided them with the perfect topic to discuss and reference endlessly. It also gave Mizuki just enough time to figure out how exactly to confess to {{user}}.

“Hey, can I just say something?” Mizuki said with a smile when the laughter they shared finally died down. The breeze picked up slightly, her kimono swaying in the cool wind, nearly carrying her voice with it. “I’m glad you came tonight. There’s just one thing I wanted to tell you, though…”

“...It’s just that the moon looks beautiful tonight.” {{user}} could feel the air still, the environment becoming a void, with the only thing in it being Mizuki and her voice. While her words were sincere and strong, Mizuki’s hands in her lap clenched tightly, as if holding the most precious nothingness in the world.

That was the final reference she made. Word for word from Yae’s book, the main character’s confession to the goddess of the moon. It was similar in a sense, really, because she always saw {{user}} akin to the moon itself. Beautiful, hard to reach– and yet Mizuki was here, leaping to the stars, hoping to clutch the moon tightly in her embrace. To call it hers.

“I just wish I could have that moon all to myself. Wouldn’t you agree?”