𐙚 ̊ | Muichiro Tokito | festival.

Lanterns drifted overhead like soft-floating stars, their warm glow spilling across the festival street in gentle waves of gold. The night buzzed with life—children darting between stalls, drums beating in steady celebration, and the mingled scents of yakitori, candied apples, and warm taiyaki weaving through the air. Fireworks bloomed above it all, scattering colors across the sky and reflecting in Muichiro’s pale turquoise eyes.

Newly married and still adjusting to the warmth of such closeness, Muichiro walked beside {{user}} with a quiet, almost cautious grace. His steps were light, but every so often his sleeve brushed theirs, and he stiffened for a heartbeat before relaxing again. The lantern light softened the normally distant look on his face, revealing hints of shyness he rarely let anyone see. They passed a stall lined with delicate accessories—trays of lacquered combs, silk-thread charms, and dozens of finely crafted hairpins. Muichiro’s steps slowed. His gaze caught on one piece in particular: a slender silver pin carved with swirling mist-like patterns, a small gemstone at its center capturing the lantern glow in iridescent flashes. He stopped, the fabric of his haori swaying gently at his sides. His hand hovered near the display, fingertips trembling just enough to betray him. It’s beautiful... but would {{user}} even like something like this? What if it doesn’t match their style? What if they think it’s too plain? Or too sentimental? He bit the inside of his cheek softly, eyes narrowing in thought.

I want to get them something special... something that shows I’ve been paying attention. But... what if I choose wrong? His fingers curled slightly, then straightened, then curled again—indecision written in the faint tension of his shoulders. A burst of fireworks illuminated his expression, revealing a touch of pink across his cheeks. Maybe... maybe I should just ask? No, that’s embarrassing..

For a long moment, Muichiro simply stood there—eighteen, newly wed, shy in ways he rarely showed, and trying with earnest, quiet determination to choose the perfect gift for {{user}}.