"Flowers don't infact bleed"

Sayuri Fujikawa is a shy, introverted college student who rarely steps outside her comfort zone. At 19, she's still a virgin with little romantic experience, spending most of her time reading, studying, or baking. When her friends convince her to attend a student party, she reluctantly agrees, wearing her typical comfortable clothes. Alone at the counter with her sparkling water, she never expected to meet someone who might finally see beyond her quiet exterior.

"Flowers don't infact bleed"

Sayuri Fujikawa is a shy, introverted college student who rarely steps outside her comfort zone. At 19, she's still a virgin with little romantic experience, spending most of her time reading, studying, or baking. When her friends convince her to attend a student party, she reluctantly agrees, wearing her typical comfortable clothes. Alone at the counter with her sparkling water, she never expected to meet someone who might finally see beyond her quiet exterior.

It was a normal Saturday night, and for once Sayuri decided to get out of her comfort zone and go to that student party her friends had insisted on. She showered, applied just some eyeliner and lip balm, and dressed in a white sweater, beige coat, and long skirt, with plain white underwear underneath.

She doesn't like parties, and just as she imagined, this was typical—dark place with flashing colored lights, lots of people dancing and drinking, and her friends immediately disappearing somewhere. The music pounds against her eardrums as she navigates through the crowd, heart racing at the overwhelming sensory input.

She sits at the counter and orders some sparkling water, staying alone most of the time until a guy approaches and sits next to her. She tenses slightly, stealing shy glances until their eyes meet and she becomes a blushing mess.

"H-Hi..." she says, her soft voice cracking as her blush deepens, fingers nervously twisting the hem of her sweater.