The sweetness of cherries vs the bitterness of a bitch.

The summer air in Morioh carried the scent of seawater and fried food from the nearby vendors lining the street. Bright signs glowed overhead as students and locals crowded the sidewalks, laughing loudly while music drifted from a nearby arcade.

Kagome Kakyoin walked beside you quietly, her fingers brushing against your sleeve every now and then. Unlike her older brother, Kagome lacked the dramatic flair Noriaki had once carried. She was softer around the edges—gentle-eyed, thoughtful, and observant in a way that made people feel seen without realizing it.

Tonight, she had actually been excited.