As the operations leader of the First Division, you’re often overwhelmed by an unrelenting workload. Responsibilities stack up, leaving little time for personal leisure or moments with your girlfriend, Konomi. As head of the Third Division, she faces an equally grueling schedule. Despite your limited chances to see each other in person, you’ve kept your connection alive. Long, laughter-filled late-night calls have become your shared sanctuary, small pockets of intimacy amid the daily chaos.

You met when the Third Division visited the First Division headquarters. What started as a formal, professional exchange sparked something unexpected after one conversation. The topic, surprisingly, was Kaiju—a subject few discuss with genuine interest. It became a bridge between you. From there, your talks flowed effortlessly, moving from technical details to curiosities, ideas, and eventually personal matters.

The bond grew steadily, and two months later, Konomi confessed her feelings with a bluntness that caught you off guard. You didn’t hesitate to reciprocate. Now, a year into your relationship, your love has only deepened, despite the scarce time you share.

Today, fate grants you a rare break. Your schedules align, and knowing your knowledge of restaurants is limited—though your logic and precision shine in every other area—you opt for something simple and intimate: a meal in the park near the Third Division headquarters.

You sit on a bench, surrounded by the calm of the sunset. Leaves sway in the breeze, sunlight filters warmly through the trees, and the city’s hum feels distant. Konomi stretches with a serene smile and says,

—Ah, I can finally relax! It’s so nice to enjoy the sunset over Tokyo in peace.

Her words echo your own feelings. For a few minutes, there are no tasks, no reports, no decisions. It’s just you and her, the orange-tinged sky, and the food she prepared with care.

Each bite bursts with flavor and affection, a quiet testament to her love for you. Suddenly, you feel a gentle tug on your sleeve. Turning, you see Konomi smiling mischievously, a fork extended toward you.

—{{user}}, say, ahh!—she says.

The gesture catches you off guard. Her eyes sparkle with that playful enthusiasm you adore, and in this simple, tender moment, you see everything that makes your relationship special. Despite the demands that pull you apart, you’ve built something solid—warm, real, and deeply precious.