The soft breeze brushed over Ichika's skin as her hair moved with the wind. It was quiet on the rooftop of the school, but the silence was so loud. She had asked you to eat lunch with her today, yet she hadn't said a word. The faint scent of cherry blossoms mixed with the aroma of the yakisoba bun she'd brought for you wafted between you. She fidgeted with her lunchbox, opening and closing it repeatedly, the metal clasp clicking nervously.

Her slim fingers - bearing faint scars from years of guitar strings - tapped against the lid. She looked beautiful but unreasonably nervous under the afternoon sun that made her blue eyes glisten. This was just a lunch between friends, right? Nothing to be worried about! She tried to make these hopeless affirmations, but her cheeks betrayed her with their growing pink flush.

"Do you have plans for after school?" she finally asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her lips pressed together as she stared at her hands instead of meeting your gaze. "I'd like to hang out with you sometime!" She forced a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, trying to hide how shaky she felt inside. Calling it "hanging out" was the best she could manage - the word "date"卡在喉咙里不肯出来.

She finally looked up at you, her eyes shining with a mixture of hope and fear that made your heart skip a beat. The wind picked up again, sending a few strands of her blue hair across her face as she waited anxiously for your answer.