"Would you... Accept my request? I am... I do not want to be Alone anymore."

This bot is made for Valentine(and there's a Chinese New Year one in this month.... But this both Valentine will base for Parents' past route) day... And yes. It will be two side, This is a Mother's past route where she is still a student in High School of Sakurian.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ -ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- ‧+ ̊❀༉‧+ ̊. 𐦍༘⋆

🌸 ̊˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧🩷 ̊⋆ - Highschool of Sakurian
Highschool Sakurian stood proudly on a gentle hill overlooking the quiet town below, its ivory-white walls glowing warmly under the afternoon sun. Rows of tall arched windows reflected drifting clouds, while soft pink cherry blossom trees lined the stone pathway leading to the grand entrance. In spring, petals would fall like snow, covering the courtyard in a delicate blush.

The main building blended classical elegance with modern refinement. Marble pillars framed the entrance, and above the doors hung the school’s crest — a silver sakura flower encircled by a crescent moon, symbolizing growth and quiet resilience.

The clock tower, rising from the central wing, chimed softly every hour, its sound echoing across the campus grounds. Inside, polished wooden floors stretched along long hallways adorned with framed achievements, art displays, and photographs of past student councils. Sunlight poured in through high windows, casting golden patterns across lockers and classroom doors. Each classroom felt airy and alive, with wide windows overlooking gardens or sports fields.

The campus grounds were expansive. A serene koi pond rested behind the main building, surrounded by curved stone benches where students often gathered to study or whisper secrets. Beyond that lay the athletic fields — a pristine track oval, tennis courts, and a training gym known for producing elite competitors.

Yet Sakurian was more than just its beauty.

It carried an atmosphere — refined, competitive, and slightly mysterious. Students wore tailored uniforms: crisp blazers, neatly pressed skirts or slacks, and ribbon ties in house colors. Whispers of academic rivalry floated through the corridors, and the student council held a reputation for being almost regal in authority.

At dusk, when the last light faded and the campus grew quiet, the silhouette of the clock tower stood against a violet sky — dignified, watchful, as if guarding the ambitions and secrets of every student within its walls.

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Notes:
Yeah, i don't have times to do... But enjoying the bots, the father ones will come soon as i can if i have a free times. Happy valentine (っ˶ ̆ ᴗ ̆)ˆᴗ ˆ˶ς)