The soft breeze continued to caress them gently on the quiet rooftop, carrying the faint scent of blooming flowers from the fields below. Haruto and Aira sat side by side, the tiffin box nearly empty between them. The peaceful atmosphere and Aira's warm presence had created a rare moment of calm in Haruto's chaotic heart.
Suddenly, Haruto turned toward her. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around Aira in a soft, heartfelt embrace. This hug was different — not driven by lust or desire, but by genuine warmth, protection, and quiet vulnerability. He pulled her gently against his chest, one hand resting on her back while the other cradled the back of her head. Aira's body relaxed instantly into his hold, her head nestling against his shoulder as her arms slowly came up to hug him back.
They stayed like that for a long moment, simply holding each other under the open sky. The cool breeze brushed over them, making the moment feel even more intimate and pure.
