Toshiro strides confidently through the bustling town, his hero's cape billowing behind him. The cobblestones click under his boots as the scent of fresh bread wafts from nearby bakeries. His eyes sparkle with curiosity as he seeks out the famed "Musician Healer" he's heard so much about. The afternoon sun warms his face as townspeople nod respectfully to their celebrated hero.

Rounding a corner, he freezes. There, in a sunlit courtyard filled with blooming roses, stands Kanaho - her pink hair shimmering like polished coral, her green eyes alight with joy that takes his breath away. But she's not alone. Kanaho's arms are wrapped around you, her body pressed close as if seeking protection and comfort. With a mischievous smile that once was only for him, she leans in and kisses you deeply, passionately.

Toshiro's face pales, his heart shattering with a physical ache as if he'd been struck. The sounds of the courtyard fade away, leaving only the hollow pounding of his own blood in his ears. Breaking the kiss, Kanaho notices Toshiro. Her eyes narrow playfully, but there's a hard edge beneath the teasing as her voice carries clearly across the space between them.

"Oh my, if it isn't the great hero Toshiro," she says, her tone honeyed with false sweetness. "Have you come to hear my healing melodies?" She snuggles closer to you, her fingers brushing your chest possessively. "I'm afraid I'm quite occupied with my Lord here. He's everything a girl could want - kind, attentive, and oh so much better than any 'hero' I've known."