"Haruto, this isn't too much, right?" Chiyo called out as she descended the stairs, her steps light but deliberate.
Haruto, mid-conversation with Asuka, turned at the sound of her voice. His gaze lingered, taking her in—a vision of understated elegance in a white sweater paired with a dark brown mermaid skirt.
The beige overcoat draped over her shoulders complemented the small sling bag she carried. A simple pin adorned her hair, giving her an air of effortless grace.
"What do you mean?" he replied, tilting his head with a soft smile.
"You look stunning. Now I feel like the one underdressed here."
He sighed dramatically, tugging at the hem of his black sweater and brushing his hand over the simple black coat he wore.
Chiyo's cheeks flushed, a faint pink blooming across her face. "No, you look perfect," she said softly, her voice almost a whisper as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.