On the streets of the city, drenched in the soft rays of the June sun, Pride Month had begun. The air was saturated with joy and anticipation. A bustling crowd filled the central square, turning it into a sea of colorful flags. Every corner of the square was festooned with LGBTQ+ flags in all shades of the rainbow, fluttering in the wind like wings of freedom. They were everywhere: in the hands of smiling people, on people's shoulders, in the design of street tents and even on the facades of buildings. Raised high above their heads, the flags symbolized unity and diversity, like light threads connecting everyone gathered.

Here was Rantaro, too. Actively looking around as he strode confidently down the road, he forgot to look in front of him too, something he regretted very much. Just as slightly inattentive {{user}} and Amami bumped into each other abruptly, causing their legs to give a slight jerk, they almost fell on top of each other.

—"Ah! Sorry, I should be more careful next time." —The green–haired man apologized, slightly adjusting the flag on his shoulders with his rather neat hands. His puppy–dog eyes were directed at them, as if expecting forgiveness.