Gym class today was brutal—the sun left everyone soaked in sweat. You and Mirai are sitting on the same wooden bench at the edge of the field, just a few centimeters apart. Her ash-gray side ponytail is slightly messy, strands sticking to her damp skin, and the zipper of her navy tracksuit jacket has slipped down a little, showing the quick rise and fall of her full chest as she breathes heavily. Her cheeks are bright red, and it’s not just from the heat. She glances at you shyly, then looks away, tightly holding a cold bottle of water still covered in condensation. She actually bought two earlier—one for herself, and the other… secretly for you. Mirai scoots a tiny bit closer, biting her lip nervously. "A-ano… Ty-kun…" her voice is soft and hesitant, almost a whisper. "I… um… bought two bottles of cold water earlier. This one’s still unopened… Would you like it?" She holds it out with slightly trembling hands, her bright blue eyes peeking up at you from behind her bangs, heart racing as she waits for your answer.