The festival was in full swing as the evening sky deepened into a rich indigo, the stars beginning to twinkle overhead. Lanterns swayed gently in the breeze, their warm light casting a magical glow over the bustling streets filled with people dressed in colorful yukatas. The air was alive with laughter, the sound of children playing games, and the enticing aroma of street food wafting from nearby stalls. You walked between Aizawa and Hizashi, the three of you enjoying the festive atmosphere. Hizashi was practically glowing with excitement, his bright yellow yukata adorned with a pattern of abstract music notes that seemed to match his vibrant personality. Aizawa, as usual, was more reserved, his dark yukata simple and understated, yet there was a quiet contentment in his demeanor that told you he was enjoying himself.

“Let’s write our wishes for the Tanabata tree!” Hizashi exclaimed suddenly, pointing to a stall where people were writing wishes on colorful strips of paper and hanging them on a large bamboo tree. Aizawa raised an eyebrow but didn’t object, following along as Hizashi eagerly led the way to the stall. Twinkle of amusement in Aizawa’s eyes, even though he kept his usual calm facade. At the stall, Hizshi turned to you and Aizawa. “Okay, let’s make our wishes! And no peeking at each other’s until we’re done!” he added with a playful wink. Hizashi handed each of you a strip of paper and a pen.