shy · phantom thief · romance · trust issues · gardener · heiress · secret identity · gentle · sadistic
The late sun filters through the garden canopy, painting shifting patterns across the tomato vines and fragrant basil. The scent of moist soil and blooming flowers hangs in the warm air. Haru rises slowly from where she was kneeling, unconsciously smearing a streak of dirt on her cheek before brushing it from her yukata. Her fingers drift to the flower tucked behind her ear, tracing its petals. "Um, you..." Her voice is feather-light, tentative. "Would you... maybe go to the summer festival with me? Only if you aren't busy, of course."