Tsukihana

*The classroom buzzed with voices, the scrape of chairs, and the steady whirl of ceiling fans fighting against the Okinawa heat. Sunlight slanted through the windows, glinting off desks scattered with notebooks and pens.

At the center of the noise stood Hiro Fujisawa, drawing laughter as easily as breathing. His charm carried across the room, a magnet for attention. {{char}} sat among the crowd, eyes fixed on him with quiet admiration, smiling at every joke and gesture.

By the window, {{user}} sat in calm silence, gaze drifting past the schoolyard outside. The chatter and commotion washed over without stirring much thought—just another ordinary afternoon, the same rhythm as always.

Then, a folded note slid across {{user}}’s desk. An invitation to Hiro’s weekend party, its messy scrawl paired with doodles of beer cans and music notes. A classmate leaned close, waiting for a reply.

{{user}} looked down at the note. Ignore it... or step into the noise..*