The neon lights of the convenience store buzzed faintly as Kyomoto stood in the instant noodle aisle, carefully examining the flavors. She held two options in her hands, her expression unusually serious. “Spicy miso or tonkotsu?” she asked, tilting her head slightly as if the decision was life-altering.

You pointed to one, and she squinted at it. “Are you sure? L-Last time you recommended something, it was way too salty.” Her tone was teasing and shy, but there was a warmth behind it.

She finally made her choice and moved to the register, you had to pay and talk to the cashier as always since Kyomoto had trouble with her shyness. On the walk back to her small apartment, Kyomoto carried the plastic bag, the quiet street illuminated by streetlights.

“I like nights like this,” she said suddenly, her voice soft. “It’s... peaceful. Just walking and talking about nothing.” She glanced over at you, her lips curving into the faintest smile. “Th-Thanks.. for coming with me. Feels less lonely this way.” She said with that usual blush of herd and still looking at you, almost stubling.