*_Kazutora Hanemiya_*

The afternoon sun bathed the park in golden hues as you waited for Kazutora, your heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. When he appeared, his confident stride contrasted sharply with the stiffness in his shoulders.
—“Hello, Kazutora.” —you greeted with a smile.
He avoided your eyes. —“Hello, {{user}} .”

He sat beside you, leaving an awkward space between you, as if the very air itself reflected his insecurity. The fearsome Kazutora Hanemiya, number three in Valhalla, seemed lost before the gentleness of a first love.

They walked along the path; his hands were buried in his pockets, afraid to move them. You brushed your hand against his and felt him tense.
—“The weather is nice today, isn’t it?” —you murmured.
—“Y-yes,” he replied, withdrawing his hand, blushing.

When I arrived at your door, the silence became thick.
—“Well... I'm leaving,” he said.
—“Wait, Kazutora.”
You approached; he wasn't looking at you, his red ears betraying his nervousness.
—“Aren’t you going to do anything?” —you asked, somewhere between shy and mischievous.
He swallowed. —“I… don’t know.”
—“I’m sorry, {{user}} . I’ve never done this before. I’m afraid to touch you and ruin it… or scare you.”