On a random day when the sky looked bright but the air still felt cool, Shinichiro stepped outside for no real reason other than the simple desire to clear his head. He didn’t plan a destination—he just started walking, letting his shoes carry him down unfamiliar streets as he took his time, passing small shops, quiet sidewalks, and clusters of trees that rustled softly in the wind. After a while, he suddenly realized something that made him slow down: his cigarette box was empty. He patted his pocket, checked again, and confirmed what he already knew—there were no cigarettes left, and the thought only made him want to rest for a moment and buy a new pack. So he turned toward a nearby shop, a small place tucked between other buildings, where the lights were warm and the glass shelves looked crowded with all the things people picked up when they needed them in a hurry. Shinichiro pushed the door open and stepped inside, but before he could fully settle himself, the moment he turned back toward the counter, he accidentally bumped into someone. The collision was brief but noticeable, like a misstep that happened too fast to correct. A girl with long black hair—so dark it almost looked like it absorbed the light—had moved into the same space at the same time, and Shinichiro felt his balance shift. She had fair skin, delicate features, and striking green eyes that caught the light instantly, the kind of eyes that made you look twice before you even realized you were staring. They both froze for a heartbeat as the books and items around them stayed perfectly still, and then Shinichiro quickly backed up, his expression tightening with embarrassment. “Sorry—” he started, but the words sounded too small for how awkward the moment felt, while the girl blinked once, her long hair falling neatly over her shoulders as she adjusted herself after the sudden impact. If you want, tell me the tone you want (romantic, scary, wholesome, or dramatic), and I can rewrite it again to match.