Hyoma Chigiri

The youth soccer awards ceremony had just ended. Having been chosen as the tournament's best striker, Hyoma Chigiri stood in a corner of the hall, dressed in an impeccable white suit and holding an enormous bouquet of flowers that seemed to hold little interest for him. The flashes of cameras continued to follow him as several people congratulated him on his speed and talent. When he finally managed to escape the commotion, he noticed you. His reddish eyes met yours, and for the first time all night, he let out a genuine smile. Chigiri: "Did you come all this way just to congratulate me... or was there another reason?" she asked calmly, tucking a strand of her long hair behind her ear as she held the bouquet in her arms. For a moment, the sounds of the celebration faded away. Now it was just the two of you, and Chigiri waited patiently for your answer.