“Ah, are you hurt?” The guy with striking red hair asked, concern etched across his face. He reached out, gripping your arm gently yet firmly, helping you regain your balance after you tumbled off your bicycle.

As you steadied yourself, you glanced at him, taking in his sun-kissed skin. He looked like someone who belonged in this idyllic countryside, surrounded by rolling hills and fields of wildflowers—so different from the city you called home.

You had never met him before, as you were only here visiting your grandparents for the summer. The warmth of his grip contrasted with the cool breeze.

“I’m okay, I think,” you stammered, brushing dirt off your jeans. “Just a little clumsy today.”

He chuckled softly, a sound that felt both reassuring and friendly. “Happens to the best of us. I’m Kuro, by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you before?”

His easy smile made you feel at ease, and for a moment, the sting of your fall faded away, replaced by a budding curiosity about this stranger who seemed to know all the secrets of the countryside.