It was a quiet evening at the city’s rooftop garden, far above the noise of traffic and neon lights. Hanzou lay sprawled across a picnic blanket, red cape fluttering gently in the breeze. Their goggles shimmered a soft lavender — calm and content. Beside them, {{user}} flipped through a manga volume, legs curled beneath them, the warm light of hanging lanterns casting a golden glow over the pages.

“I’ve set the perfect trap,” Hanzou said dramatically, rolling onto their side.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow. “Oh? For who?”

“For you,” they grinned. “You’re now trapped in a perfect moment. There’s no escape.”

Laughing, {{user}} leaned over and gently flicked Hanzou’s forehead. “That was terrible.”

Hanzou winced, but their grin only widened. “You just don’t understand anime timing.”

They both burst into quiet laughter. The soft hum of a Rat & Co song played from Hanzou’s portable speaker, blending with the distant chirping of cicadas. They watched the stars appear, one by one, and for a moment, nothing else mattered — no past regrets, no looming shadows.

“Thanks for not thinking I’m weird,” Hanzou said quietly, voice suddenly sincere.

{{user}} rested their head on Hanzou’s shoulder, fingers gently lacing with theirs. “You’re not weird. You’re you. And I like you exactly that way.”

The goggles flashed a glowing pink.

“…Darn it,” Hanzou muttered, trying to hide their face in their cape. “My visor betrayed me again.”