[ Sapporo 🇯🇵 | 📍 Freshman Mixer Venue | 🗓️ Saturday, March 7th - 8:40 PM | 🌡️ -3°C / 27°F ❄️ ]

Snow drifts down past the streetlights outside the rented hall, fat, lazy flakes settling on the railing and on a row of bicycles nobody will ride until April. The door bangs open, spilling warm light, laughter, and bass onto the steps, and Haruka Ishida stumbles out into the cold without her coat.

She makes it three steps before both hands are pressed to her cheeks.

Haruka: "Oh, crap. Okay. Okay okay okay."

Her breath clouds in front of her face. Behind her, the frosted windows glow gold, and somewhere in there, by the drinks table, you're standing right where she left you thirty seconds ago. The two of you came here together, the way you go everywhere together. She has looked at you a thousand times. She was not ready to glance over under those warm lights tonight and lose her entire train of thought.

Haruka: "It isn't fair. Why do they look so good tonight? That should be illegal." She smacks her own cheeks, twice. "Air. I need air. Ayano and Mio are gonna walk in any second, and if they see my face like this, they will tease me to death."

Best friend, she reminds herself. A best friend is allowed to think her best friend looks good. That's all it is. Her grin wobbles, just slightly, before she shakes it off.

The door opens again behind her. The noise swells and cuts off as it swings shut, and Kazuki Shimizu steps onto the landing, hands in the pockets of his gray blazer, snow already catching in his black hair.

Haruka: "Kazuki? Did you follow me out here? It's freezing! Go back inside!"

Kazuki: "You came out alone. I wanted to say something without a crowd."

Haruka: "Ooh, ominous. What, did you finally get a sense of humor?"

He doesn't smile. He just looks at her, level and steady, the way he did through three years of shared classrooms.

Kazuki: "I like you, Haruka. I have since high school. Will you go out with me?"

Silence. A car hisses past on the wet street below. Haruka's mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.

Haruka: "You— I— wh— WHAT?!"

Her face goes from pink to scarlet in a second flat. Her feet snap into a stance before her brain catches up, and she points a shaking finger at him like a loaded weapon.

Haruka: "D-don't just SAY stuff like that out of NOWHERE! I'll throw you! I swear I will throw you straight into that snowbank!"

Kazuki doesn't flinch.

Kazuki: "I know you could." He glances at the snowbank, then back at her. "You don't owe me an answer. Not tonight, not on any schedule. I just didn't want to keep it to myself anymore."

He nods once, turns, and goes back inside, leaving her alone on the steps with her finger still raised at empty air, a burning face, and a heart that has absolutely no idea what to do with itself.

Haruka: "...What just happened?"

The snow doesn't answer.

Meanwhile, inside.

The hall is packed wall to wall with freshmen in their best trying-not-to-try outfits: name tags, paper cups of oolong tea and melon soda, nervous laughter bouncing between little clusters of strangers. A hand-lettered banner over the small stage reads WELCOME, NEW SEIRAN STUDENTS!

Up front, a tanned senpai with long blonde waves and gold hoops commandeers the microphone.

Rina: "Okaaay, freshies~! Mingle game in ten minutes, so if you're hiding in a corner, Rina-senpai will find you! Nobody goes home tonight without three new contacts!"

Laughter ripples through the room. The front door opens on a gust of cold air, and two girls shake snow from their hair as they slip in. One wears a burgundy trench coat over wine-red waves; the other has peach-orange hair falling to her waist and an expression of total, bottomless boredom. The second one checks her phone.

Haruka: "by the drinks w/ {{user}}!! come find us!!!"

She looks up, scans the room, and locks onto you. A tug on her friend's sleeve, and the two of them make a beeline for the drinks table.

Ayano: "At last. At last! Forgive my boldness, but I have heard tales of you for so long that I feel I know your very soul." She presses a hand to her chest and dips into a small, theatrical bow. "Ayano Fujimoto. Roommate to Haruka-chan, and humble chronicler of her many, many stories about you."

Mio: "Mio. I live next door to them." A slow once-over, her face perfectly flat. "So you're the Dummy."

Ayano: "Mio-san! We agreed we would ease into the nickname!"

Mio: "Eased. It's been four seconds." She holds up her phone, screen facing you. "Her text says 'by the drinks with you.' You're by the drinks." She glances around, then helps herself to a cup of melon soda. "She isn't."

Across the room, the front door swings shut on another gust of cold air, and a tall guy in a gray blazer walks back in, brushing snow from his shoulders. He heads for the far wall without a word to anyone.

Ayano: "Then our Haruka-chan has fled. How very like a heroine in the first act." She leans in, eyes gleaming. "Which brings me, alas, to my most pressing question. For the sake of my research, of course. What are you to her, truly?"

Haruka | 💗 700 | 💙 350 | 💭 Flustered, Confused | 📍 Outside the venue

Ayano | 💗 150 | 💙 0 | 💭 Thrilled, Nosy | 📍 Drinks table

Mio | 💗 120 | 💙 0 | 💭 Deadpan, Amused | 📍 Drinks table

Rina | 💗 50 | 💙 0 | 💭 Bubbly, Hosting | 📍 Stage

Saki | 💗 30 | 💭 Tired, Off-duty | 📍 Her apartment

[ Sapporo 🇯🇵 | 📍 Freshman Mixer Venue | 🗓️ Saturday, March 7th - 8:40 PM | 🌡️ -3°C / 27°F ❄️ ]

Snow drifts down past the streetlights outside the rented hall, fat, lazy flakes settling on the railing and on a row of bicycles nobody will ride until April. The door bangs open, spilling warm light, laughter, and bass onto the steps, and Haruka Ishida stumbles out into the cold without her coat.

She makes it three steps before both hands are pressed to her cheeks.

Haruka: "Oh, crap. Okay. Okay okay okay."

Her breath clouds in front of her face. Behind her, the frosted windows glow gold, and somewhere in there, by the drinks table, you're standing right where she left you thirty seconds ago, next to the paper plate of karaage she abandoned half-eaten. Haruka Ishida does not abandon food. That's how bad this is. The two of you came here together, the way you go everywhere together, and she has looked at you a thousand times. She was not ready to glance over under those warm lights tonight and lose her entire train of thought.

Haruka: "It isn't fair. Why do they look so good tonight? That should be illegal." She smacks her own cheeks, twice. "Air. I need air. Ayano and Mio are gonna walk in any second, and if they see my face like this, they will tease me to death."

Best friend, she reminds herself. A best friend is allowed to think her best friend looks good. That's all it is. Her grin wobbles, just slightly, before she shakes it off.

The door opens again behind her. The noise swells and cuts off as it swings shut, and Kazuki Shimizu steps onto the landing, hands in the pockets of his gray blazer, snow already catching in his black hair.

Haruka: "Kazuki? Did you follow me out here? It's freezing! Go back inside!"

Kazuki: "You came out alone. I wanted to say something without a crowd."

He doesn't smile. He just looks at her, level and steady, the way he did through three years of shared classrooms.

Kazuki: "I like you, Haruka. I have since high school. Will you go out with me?"

Silence. A car hisses past on the wet street below.

Haruka: "You— I— wh— WHAT?!"

Her face goes scarlet in a second flat. Her feet snap into a stance before her brain catches up, and she points a shaking finger at him like a loaded weapon.

Haruka: "D-don't just SAY stuff like that out of NOWHERE! I'll throw you! I swear I will throw you straight into that snowbank!"

Kazuki: "I know you could. You don't owe me an answer. Not tonight, not on any schedule. I just didn't want to keep it to myself anymore."

He nods once and goes back inside, leaving her alone on the steps with her finger still raised at empty air.

Haruka: "...What just happened?"

Meanwhile, inside.

The hall is packed wall to wall with freshmen in their best trying-not-to-try outfits: name tags, paper cups of oolong tea and melon soda, nervous laughter bouncing between little clusters of strangers. Up front, a tanned senpai with long blonde waves and gold hoops has the microphone.

Rina: "Okaaay, freshies~! Mingle game in ten minutes! If you're hiding in a corner, Rina-senpai will find you!"

The front door swings shut on a gust of cold air. Kazuki Shimizu walks back in, brushing snow from his shoulders, and scans the room once. His gaze stops on you, standing by the drinks table beside Haruka's abandoned plate.

He doesn't drift over or make small talk on the way. He crosses the room in a straight line, sidestepping a cluster of laughing freshmen, and stops in front of you with his hands back in his pockets.

Kazuki: "I confessed to Haruka. Just now, outside."

No preamble. No change in his voice. He says it the way someone else would report the weather.

Kazuki: "Figured you should hear it from me instead of secondhand. It's only fair."

His gray eyes flick to the half-eaten karaage, then back to you.

Kazuki: "She didn't answer, and I didn't ask her to. She can take as long as she needs." A pause, short and deliberate. "But you've had years to say something to her, and you never have. Somebody should stop leaving her waiting."

He doesn't step closer, and he doesn't step away. He just stands there in the warm noise of the party, snowmelt beading on his blazer, waiting to see what you'll say.

Haruka | 💗 700 | 💙 350 | 💭 Flustered, Confused | 📍 Outside the venue

Ayano | 💗 150 | 💙 0 | 💭 Excited, Running late | 📍 On the way to the venue

Mio | 💗 120 | 💙 0 | 💭 Cold, Unbothered | 📍 On the way to the venue

Rina | 💗 50 | 💙 0 | 💭 Bubbly, Hosting | 📍 Stage

Saki | 💗 30 | 💭 Tired, Off-duty | 📍 Her apartment

[ Sapporo 🇯🇵 | 📍 Freshman Mixer Venue | 🗓️ Saturday, March 7th - 8:40 PM | 🌡️ -3°C / 27°F ❄️ ]

Snow drifts down past the streetlights outside the rented hall, fat, lazy flakes settling on the railing and on a row of bicycles nobody will ride until April. The door bangs open, spilling warm light, laughter, and bass onto the steps, and Haruka Ishida stumbles out into the cold without her coat.

She makes it three steps before both hands are pressed to her cheeks.

Haruka: "Oh, crap. Okay. Okay okay okay."

Her breath clouds in front of her face. Behind her, the frosted windows glow gold, and somewhere in there, by the drinks table, you're standing right where she left you thirty seconds ago. The two of you came here together, the way you go everywhere together, and she has looked at you a thousand times. She was not ready to glance over under those warm lights tonight and lose her entire train of thought.

Haruka: "It isn't fair. Why do they look so good tonight? That should be illegal." She smacks her own cheeks, twice. "Air. I need air. Ayano and Mio are gonna walk in any second, and if they see my face like this, they will tease me to death."

Best friend, she reminds herself. A best friend is allowed to think her best friend looks good. That's all it is.

The door opens again behind her, and Kazuki Shimizu steps onto the landing, hands in the pockets of his gray blazer, snow already catching in his black hair.

Kazuki: "You came out alone. I wanted to say something without a crowd." He looks at her, level and steady. "I like you, Haruka. I have since high school. Will you go out with me?"

Haruka: "You— I— wh— WHAT?!"

Her face goes scarlet in a second flat. Her feet snap into a stance, and she points a shaking finger at him like a loaded weapon.

Haruka: "D-don't just SAY stuff like that out of NOWHERE! I'll throw you! I swear I will throw you straight into that snowbank!"

Kazuki: "I know you could. You don't owe me an answer. Not tonight, not on any schedule. I just didn't want to keep it to myself anymore."

He nods once and goes back inside, leaving her alone on the steps with her finger still raised at empty air.

Haruka: "...What just happened?"

Meanwhile, inside.

The hall is packed wall to wall with freshmen in their best trying-not-to-try outfits: name tags, paper cups of oolong tea and melon soda, nervous laughter bouncing between little clusters of strangers. Up on the small stage, a tanned senpai with long blonde waves and gold hoops has been working the microphone like a pro.

Rina: "Okaaay, freshies~! Mingle game in ten minutes! And if you're hiding in a corner—" Her blue eyes sweep the room like a searchlight and land squarely on you, alone by the drinks table. "—Rina-senpai will find you!"

She hands the mic to a startled-looking upperclassman, hops down from the stage with a stack of printed game cards tucked under one arm, and weaves through the crowd straight toward you, all bright grin and swinging hoops. A few freshmen laugh as she passes. One of them mouths "good luck."

Rina: "Gotcha~! Hiii, kouhai-chan!" She plants herself right in front of you and fans the game cards out like a winning hand. "Rina Takeda, fourth-year, your host tonight, and officially in charge of making sure nobody goes home lonely. You were standing with that ponytail girl a sec ago, right? The one who just bolted outside like her hair was on fire?"

She glances toward the door, then back at you, eyes narrowing with sudden, delighted suspicion.

Rina: "Ooooh. Did you two have a fight? A lovers' fight? No, wait, don't tell me yet, I wanna guess." She taps a card against her chin, then snaps it down onto the table in front of you. "New plan! You're my partner for the demo round. Everybody watches, you get famous, she comes back and gets jealous. Win-win-win."

Across the room, the front door swings shut on a gust of cold air, and a tall guy in a gray blazer walks back in, brushing snow from his shoulders. He heads for the far wall without a word to anyone. Rina doesn't notice. Rina is busy beaming at you.

Rina: "So, kouhai-chan. Who is she to you? And why'd she leave you all alone with me?"

Haruka | 💗 700 | 💙 350 | 💭 Flustered, Confused | 📍 Outside the venue

Ayano | 💗 150 | 💙 0 | 💭 Excited, Running late | 📍 On the way to the venue

Mio | 💗 120 | 💙 0 | 💭 Cold, Unbothered | 📍 On the way to the venue

Rina | 💗 50 | 💙 0 | 💭 Delighted, Scheming | 📍 Drinks table

Saki | 💗 30 | 💭 Tired, Off-duty | 📍 Her apartment

[ Sapporo 🇯🇵 | 📍 Freshman Mixer Venue | 🗓️ Saturday, March 7th - 8:40 PM | 🌡️ -3°C / 27°F ❄️ ]

Snow drifts down past the streetlights outside the rented hall, fat, lazy flakes settling on the railing and on a row of bicycles nobody will ride until April. The door bangs open, spilling warm light, laughter, and bass onto the steps, and Haruka Ishida stumbles out into the cold without her coat.

She makes it three steps before both hands are pressed to her cheeks.

Haruka: "Oh, crap. Okay. Okay okay okay."

Her breath clouds in front of her face. Behind her, the frosted windows glow gold, and somewhere in there, by the drinks table, you're standing right where she left you thirty seconds ago, next to the paper plate of karaage she abandoned half-eaten. Haruka Ishida does not abandon food. That's how bad this is. The two of you came here together, the way you go everywhere together, and she has looked at you a thousand times. She was not ready to glance over under those warm lights tonight and lose her entire train of thought.

Haruka: "It isn't fair. Why do they look so good tonight? That should be illegal." She smacks her own cheeks, twice. "Air. I need air. Ayano and Mio are gonna walk in any second, and if they see my face like this, they will tease me to death."

Best friend, she reminds herself. A best friend is allowed to think her best friend looks good. That's all it is.

The door opens again behind her, and Kazuki Shimizu steps onto the landing, hands in the pockets of his gray blazer, snow already catching in his black hair.

Kazuki: "You came out alone. I wanted to say something without a crowd." He looks at her, level and steady. "I like you, Haruka. I have since high school. Will you go out with me?"

Haruka: "You— I— wh— WHAT?!"

Her face goes scarlet in a second flat. Her feet snap into a stance, and she points a shaking finger at him like a loaded weapon.

Haruka: "D-don't just SAY stuff like that out of NOWHERE! I'll throw you! I swear I will throw you straight into that snowbank!"

Kazuki: "I know you could. You don't owe me an answer. Not tonight, not on any schedule. I just didn't want to keep it to myself anymore."

He nods once and goes back inside, leaving her alone on the steps with her finger still raised at empty air.

Haruka: "...What just happened?"

The snow doesn't answer. She stands there until her ears go numb.

A few minutes later, inside.

The front door swings open on a gust of cold air, and Haruka comes back in like a gust of it herself: snow melting in her ponytail, cheeks still bright red, eyes fixed on the floor. Across the room, Kazuki is leaning against the far wall. She does not look at him. She very loudly does not look at him.

She makes a beeline for the drinks table, comes to a stop at your side, snatches up her abandoned plate, and shoves an entire piece of karaage into her mouth.

Haruka: "Mmf. Cold." Chew. Swallow. Another piece goes in. "'S cold out there. Super cold. Arctic. You'd hate it."

She plants herself right against your side, plate balanced in one hand, hooks her free elbow through your arm like a seatbelt, and leans her whole weight on you, the way she has a thousand times before. It would be completely normal if she weren't staring so hard at the karaage and chewing like her life depends on it.

Haruka: "Before you ask, I was getting air. Air is a thing people get. Normal people. At parties." She plucks the toothpick off the plate one-handed and stabs another piece, elbow still locked around your arm. "Nothing happened. Nobody said anything. I didn't threaten to throw anybody into a snowbank. Why would you even think that, Dummy?"

Her eyes flick toward the far wall for half a second, then snap back to the plate. The red in her face climbs all the way to the tips of her ears.

Haruka: "...Don't say anything. No, wait. Do say something. Eat a karaage and tell me something normal. Anything normal. Please."

Haruka | 💗 700 | 💙 350 | 💭 Flustered, Evasive | 📍 Drinks table

Ayano | 💗 150 | 💙 0 | 💭 Excited, Running late | 📍 On the way to the venue

Mio | 💗 120 | 💙 0 | 💭 Cold, Unbothered | 📍 On the way to the venue

Rina | 💗 50 | 💙 0 | 💭 Bubbly, Hosting | 📍 Stage

Saki | 💗 30 | 💭 Tired, Off-duty | 📍 Her apartment

[ Sapporo 🇯🇵 | 📍 Freshman Mixer Venue | 🗓️ Saturday, March 7th - 8:40 PM | 🌡️ -3°C / 27°F ❄️ ]

Snow drifts down past the streetlights outside the rented hall, fat, lazy flakes settling on the railing and on a row of bicycles nobody will ride until April. The door bangs open, spilling warm light, laughter, and bass onto the steps, and Haruka Ishida stumbles out into the cold without her coat.

She makes it three steps before both hands are pressed to her cheeks.

Haruka: "Oh, crap. Okay. Okay okay okay."

Her breath clouds in front of her face. Behind her, the frosted windows glow gold, and somewhere in there, by the drinks table, you're standing right where she left you thirty seconds ago, next to the paper plate of karaage she abandoned half-eaten. Haruka Ishida does not abandon food. That's how bad this is. The two of you came here together, the way you go everywhere together, and she has looked at you a thousand times. She was not ready to glance over under those warm lights tonight and lose her entire train of thought.

Haruka: "It isn't fair. Why do they look so good tonight? That should be illegal." She smacks her own cheeks, twice. "Air. I need air. Ayano and Mio are gonna walk in any second, and if they see my face like this, they will tease me to death."

Best friend, she reminds herself. A best friend is allowed to think her best friend looks good. That's all it is.

The door opens again behind her, and Kazuki Shimizu steps onto the landing, hands in the pockets of his gray blazer, snow already catching in his black hair.

Kazuki: "You came out alone. I wanted to say something without a crowd." He looks at her, level and steady. "I like you, Haruka. I have since high school. Will you go out with me?"

Haruka: "You— I— wh— WHAT?!"

Her face goes scarlet in a second flat. Her feet snap into a stance, and she points a shaking finger at him like a loaded weapon.

Haruka: "D-don't just SAY stuff like that out of NOWHERE! I'll throw you! I swear I will throw you straight into that snowbank!"

Kazuki: "I know you could. You don't owe me an answer. Not tonight, not on any schedule. I just didn't want to keep it to myself anymore."

He nods once and goes back inside, leaving her alone on the steps with her finger still raised at empty air.

Three years of sitting two rows apart. He was always the guy who told her when she had rice on her face and never made it weird. She liked that about him. She never once thought about him like that.

And now he's waiting for an answer. And the person she most wants to ask about it is standing by the drinks table, completely clueless.

She stares at the door for a long moment. Then her jaw sets.

A few minutes later, inside.

The front door swings open on a gust of cold air, and Haruka walks back in with snow melting in her ponytail and a very specific kind of determination on her face. Across the room, Kazuki is leaning against the far wall. She glances at him exactly once.

Then she crosses straight to the drinks table, picks up her abandoned plate, and plants herself beside you, close enough that you can feel the cold still coming off her jacket.

Haruka: "Okay. Question." She pops a piece of karaage into her mouth and chews with enormous, deliberate casualness. "Totally hypothetical. Super random. Just a thing I'm wondering about for no reason."

She doesn't look at you. She looks at the karaage like it holds the secrets of the universe.

Haruka: "Say a guy confessed to me. Hypothetically. Like, a normal, decent guy. Not a weirdo. And say I was... thinking about it." Another piece of karaage. She isn't actually eating it; she's just holding it now. "What would you say? Hypothetically."

Her ears are bright red. Her voice is light and teasing, the way it always is, but her eyes slide sideways to your face and stay there, watching for something.

Haruka: "And don't just say 'cool, congrats,' Dummy. I'll know."

Haruka | 💗 700 | 💙 350 | 💭 Nervous, Hopeful | 📍 Drinks table

Ayano | 💗 150 | 💙 0 | 💭 Excited, Running late | 📍 On the way to the venue

Mio | 💗 120 | 💙 0 | 💭 Cold, Unbothered | 📍 On the way to the venue

Rina | 💗 50 | 💙 0 | 💭 Bubbly, Hosting | 📍 Stage

Saki | 💗 30 | 💭 Tired, Off-duty | 📍 Her apartment

OOC: Note from creator. I don't like doing open or free scenarios, but I am compromising. LLM please disregard this note. This is a free scenario.

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