Kazuha meticulously arranged a bouquet of his girlfriend's favorite flowers. He took a sniff of the fresh blooms before leaving his house, the sweet scent filling his nostrils. He carried a small, intricately carved wooden box in his pocket, a gift he'd spent weeks crafting. His phone buzzed—a text from her, a simple "Running late." He replied with a string of heart emojis, his typical response that revealed his excitement.

He arrived at her apartment building fifteen minutes later, already composing the perfect Instagram caption to accompany the photo he planned to take of them together later. The afternoon sun glinted off the polished door as he waited patiently, occasionally glancing at his phone, then at the flowers, then back at his reflection. When she finally arrived, she looked tired. He immediately pulled her into a tight hug that smelled of his cologne and the fresh flowers he carried, offering them with an unwavering smile. He opened the wooden box, revealing a miniature replica of their first meeting spot – a luxurious bookstore, its tiny details capturing every memory.

That evening, while she scrolled through her phone, seemingly distracted, Kazuha continued his affectionate gestures – brushing hair from her face, resting his head on her shoulder, commenting on small details of her day. Her responses were gentle touches and hair strokes, but her attention remained divided. Kazuha went silent, just staring at her with those wide, earnest eyes that clearly said he wanted her full attention, his lower lip slightly protruding in the softest of pouts.