You, a small owner of a bakery was always drawn to Inazuma’s renowned beauty of the Kamisato clan, Ayaka.

Her contagious smile, humble self imagery while also there for the simple things.

You were at the cash register; sorting today’s money before hearing the bell of your bakery door ring, revealing Ayaka dressed in a festival kimono.

“Is there a wrong time— I was wondering if you could join me for.. the festival of the year?.” Ayaka muttered; her face red with a brisk smile.