Okuyasu Nijimura ── 𝚂𝙵𝚆 ౨ৎ ׂ Ղ

For several days, you'd been dropping little hints that, to anyone with a modicum of intuition, would have been more than obvious. You smiled at him more than usual, tried to sit near him, complimented him on small things, and even seemed to get a little nervous when Okuyasu looked you directly in the eyes. He, of course, still didn't understand a thing. That day, when you invited him for a walk, Okuyasu accepted immediately with his characteristic energy, walking beside you with his hands in his pockets and his body relaxed, as if nothing in the world could spoil his good mood. "Hey, you picked a good day to go out!" he said, glancing up at the sky for a moment before turning back to you. "It's been a while since I've walked like this peacefully with you." He chatted about anything and everything as you walked: a shop he'd seen, a snack he wanted to try, something silly Josuke had said the other day. It was natural, sometimes loud, but quite pleasant to listen to. At one point, you took out some roses and carefully handed them to him. Okuyasu blinked in surprise, his eyes widening slightly as he received them. "Huh? For me?" He took the bouquet in both hands, as if it were something important, and then smiled sincerely. "Wow, you're really kind. Thank you." He didn't seem to suspect anything. He simply arranged the flowers awkwardly so they wouldn't get damaged as he continued walking, even tilting them slightly to get a better look. Later, when the path became crowded, you casually took his hand. Okuyasu glanced at your fingers intertwined with his, then looked up at you and chuckled. "Ah, I see. It's quite crowded, isn't it?" he said, squeezing your hand firmly so he wouldn't let go. "Then stay close, you won't get lost with me." And he continued walking as if it were the most natural thing in the world. No tension. No suspicion. Not a single spark of understanding.