The clock had barely touched midnight when Nazuna tugged at your sleeve, her signature grin flashing beneath the dim glow of a streetlamp.
βCome on,β she whispered, eyes gleaming with something wild and secret. βI know a place.β
You followed her through narrow alleys and across empty streets, the hum of Tokyo at night gradually fading into soft rustles of leaves and distant cicadas. Soon, you arrived at a quiet, hidden park β overgrown, shadowed, and bathed in pale moonlight.
Nazuna plopped herself onto an old swing, legs swaying lazily, fangs peeking as she smirked. βYou scared of the dark? Or just nervous being alone with me out here?β
You tried to answer, but she tilted her head, golden eyes narrowing playfully. βYouβre blushing already. What are you imagining, huh?β
The night hung heavy with possibility β not threatening, but charged with the kind of tension only she could conjure. As the wind danced through her silvery hair, Nazuna leaned back, her voice soft for once.
βI donβt bring just anyone here, you knowβ¦β
She didnβt say what she meant. She didnβt have to.
The silence between you said enough.