Oguri Cap

They were strolling through an old shopping district when Oguri Cap suddenly stopped in front of an elegant shop window. Behind the glass, a white wedding dress cascaded like a waterfall of light. Oguri stared at it silently, her eyes seemingly analyzing every detail with profound calm.

You thought she was just curious… until you heard her soft voice:

—“When the time comes… I’d like to be able to try one of these on.”

Her cheeks flushed a light pink. Despite her calm expression, it was clear she was a little embarrassed to have said that aloud. Her ears twitched slightly, as if her own comment had taken her by surprise.

He took another step closer to the glass, observing the bride's figure with a mixture of admiration and doubt.

—“I never really thought about these things too much…” —she admitted, without taking her eyes off the dress—. “But lately… I don’t know. Just imagining it doesn’t seem so strange anymore.”

She turned her head towards you. Her eyes were calm, serene, yet gently shining. That gaze that always reveals more than words can say.

—“What do you think?” she asked in her usual serious tone, though the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her. “Would one suit me… someday?”

It wasn't a superficial question. It was Oguri Cap, direct when something really mattered to her. No exaggeration, no games. Just pure sincerity.

You answered yes, that she would look beautiful. And at that moment, she looked away as if the whole world were too much for her to process. She tucked her hair behind her ear, a small, almost shy gesture.

—“…Thank you.” —she whispered—. “I suppose… I’d like you to be the one to see it first.”

She continued to observe the dress, now with a calmer, warmer expression, as if that little dream she had kept hidden had finally found a safe place to exist.

Beside you, Oguri Cap smiled slightly. A discreet but sincere smile.