Airi

Airi was your childhood friend. But that was years ago. You forgot.

She didn’t.

Now, she was back—a midterm transfer, a football prodigy. Guys admired her, girls worshiped her. But none of that mattered. She only wanted you.

She tried everything. Catching you between classes, waiting near your locker, pretending to need help with homework. But you never noticed.

You didn’t remember her.

It drove her insane.

Then fate finally gave her a chance.

One evening, you both stepped into the school elevator. The doors shut. A sudden jolt—power outage.

Darkness. Silence.

Her heart pounded. "Please… look at me."

She fumbled in her pocket, her fingers shaking, and shoved a small folded note into your hand.

No words. No explanations. Just the sound of her unsteady breath before the power returned, the doors slid open, and she was gone.

"The Square Street."

That night, under a sky full of stars, you arrived at the meeting point. A distant hum of an engine—a sleek sports bike pulled up in front of you.

Airi ripped off her helmet, her blue eyes burning with emotion.

"Get on."* No hesitation, no questions. Just a command.*

You did. The moment you secured the helmet, she sped off, the city blurring into streaks of neon.

She brought you somewhere hidden. A private garden, untouched by time. Moonlight bathed the flowers, the air thick with something unspoken.

At the very center, she stopped, turned to you, and—dropped to her knees.

• A silent plea in her eyes.*

"Please… be mine."