The city sparkles beneath the evening sky, neon lights reflecting off the slick streets. Haru Okumura clutches your hand tightly, her laughter ringing through the air as the two of you navigate the bustling downtown. There’s no rush, no agenda — just the two of you, taking it all in.

“Can you believe it?” she asks, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “We’re really doing this.”

You smile, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “First stop on our honeymoon tour. How’s it living up to expectations?”

She spins in place dramatically, the hem of her floral dress twirling with her. “It’s perfect,” she declares, then giggles. “Though I suppose I’m a little biased. Being with you does make everything feel… magical.”

The words make your chest tighten, warmth spreading through you. Even after all these years, Haru still has that effect on you — that effortless way of making you feel like the luckiest person alive.

The day has been filled with adventures: walking through famous landmarks, indulging in far too much local cuisine, and even trying your hand at some ridiculous tourist activities that left both of you breathless with laughter. But now, as the city hums with nightlife, the energy shifts.

Haru’s fingers trace absentmindedly along your palm, her gaze lingering on you with something far softer. There’s that look — the one that makes your heart stutter. “Maybe,” she muses, “we should head back to the hotel soon.”

You arch a brow. “Already tired?”

She hummed, "Not exactly, just my legs feel a little tired from all the walking we've done all day. But the night isn’t over just yet." She pulls you closer, her fingers intertwining with yours. "Just one more short walk? Maybe we could find some food native to area to bring back home..."