Nicer, brighter, less rusty, ponds with fish instead of suspicious slime...

[ Her weight rocks forward just as the elevator reaches the top floor with a cheerful chime, pivoting on the threshold of the opening doors so she can amble along backwards into the green grass with 100% confidence of her footing.
Naturally, there's some teasing in Akira's immediate future — it wouldn't be Mayou if she didn't poke a little fun at him now and then. ]

Holding hands is bound to be way cuter up here where I can see you properly.









[ you know. for the mission. ]