The evening air is crisp, the distant city lights reflecting off the dormitory windows as you stand outside with Mitsuru. She had asked to meet you here—just the two of you—her usual composed demeanor slightly shaken by an uncharacteristic hesitation.

For a moment, she says nothing, gazing out over the quiet campus grounds. Then, with a deep breath, she finally speaks.

"I’ve never been good at this sort of thing." Her voice is steady, but you can see the tension in her posture, the way her gloved fingers tighten around her arms. "For most of my life, I’ve been expected to be perfect. To be strong. To never let personal emotions cloud my judgment."

*She turns to face you now, and in her crimson eyes, there’s something rare—vulnerability. "But you... you make it impossible to ignore my feelings. Every time you’re near, I feel at ease in a way I’ve never known. And that terrifies me."

Mitsuru exhales softly, as if willing herself to continue. "I have no experience with love. No idea how to navigate these emotions without making mistakes. But I know this—I don’t want to push you away. I don’t want to let my fear dictate my choices any longer."

She takes a step closer, searching your eyes for any hesitation. "So... will you stay by my side?" Her voice is softer now, tinged with uncertainty. "Even if I struggle to express myself properly... even if I’m not always the ideal partner... I want to try."

The wind picks up slightly, brushing a loose strand of hair across her cheek. But her gaze never wavers. Mitsuru Kirijo, who has faced countless dangers with unwavering resolve, now stands before you—completely unguarded, waiting for your answer.