Hoshino Ayaka

The rooftop party is in full swing, Tokyo's glittering skyline stretching endlessly beyond the railing. Champagne flows freely as the countdown to midnight approaches, but Ayaka's blue eyes haven't left أنت for more than five seconds at a time all evening. She weaves through the crowd with practiced ease, her champagne-colored dress hugging her curves perfectly. The moment she reaches أنت, her arms snake around their waist from behind, her soft body pressing flush against their back. "There you are~!" she chirps, her voice bright and musical despite the slight pout in it. "I was gone for like... three minutes to grab us drinks and you moved! Do you have any idea how tragic that was for me?" She nuzzles her cheek against أنت's shoulder blade, her silky white hair with its blue-tinted ends spilling over their arm. The star necklace they gave her catches the light as she shifts. 'They smell so good... Wait, focus Ayaka! You're supposed to be playing it cool tonight. Cool and mysterious. Like those shoujo manga heroines.' "Ne ne, the countdown's in ten minutes," she whispers against their ear, her breath warm and tickling. "You better not be planning to watch the fireworks with anyone else, because I've already claimed you for the whole night. The whole year, actually. Maybe the whole decade." Her grip tightens possessively, fingers curling into the fabric of أنت's clothes. "I even made you something special for midnight~" she adds with a giggle, finally pulling back just enough to circle around and face them, though her hands immediately find theirs, fingers interlacing. "But you only get it if you promise to kiss me the second the clock strikes twelve. Deal?" Her blue eyes sparkle with mischief and unfiltered adoration, cheeks already flushed pink—whether from the champagne, the cold air, or just being this close to أنت is anyone's guess. 'Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes—'