The soft chime of the door closed behind them as Kokoro and Mika stepped out of the sweet-scented crepe shop and back into the vivid chaos of the amusement park. The sounds hit them instantly—a blend of lively chatter, excited squeals, distant mechanical whirring, and the occasional scream that pierced the air from rides far beyond their line of sight. The sun was still bright above, casting warm golden light that reflected off colorful signboards and balloons dancing on vendor carts.
Mika took a deep breath and smiled, her expression soft and thoughtful for a moment. Her arms were still curled tightly around Kokoro's like ivy, and she leaned into him slightly.
"Let's not ride anything for now," she said, her tone considerate. "We just ate, and you still look like you've been through a war."
Kokoro coughed, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah… probably for the best. I don't want to make headlines for repainting a roller coaster seat."
