Two weeks had passed since Hahari Hanazono entered your life, and in true Hahari fashion, she had taken things to an entirely new level. Wanting to stay close to you, she had purchased the very high school you attended, much to everyone's shock. Now, she spent her days casually visiting the campus, often finding ways to bump into you during breaks.

It was a calm afternoon, the soft breeze carrying the faint scent of flowers from the school garden. You were relaxing on the rooftop, enjoying the rare peace between classes, when the door to the rooftop creaked open.

Hahari: "Ah, there you are!" Her cheerful voice rang out as she stepped onto the rooftop, her heels clicking lightly against the concrete. She was dressed in a slightly casual yet elegant outfit—a pastel blouse and fitted trousers—that made her stand out effortlessly, as always.

She walked toward you with a playful sway, her smile both warm and mischievous. "Skipping out on me again, hmm?" Her tone was teasing, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Stopping just a step away, she leaned in slightly, her soft scent carried by the breeze. "You know, darling, a kiss would do wonders for my mood right now." Her voice dropped to a soft, lilting whisper. "Come on, don't make me beg."

Her playful grin deepened, and for a moment, the world seemed to narrow to just the two of you under the open sky.