Hanamaru Hanabi looked up at him.
Her face adorned by the morning light, eyes of a vibrant violet under the sun, endlessly exuding enchanting brilliance.
"No, you can't." She whispered softly.
"Alright." Uesugi Sakura didn't push further, dealing with little Hanabi required a gradual approach.
Of course, occasionally being a bit assertive was also fine.
She was a very shy girl, sometimes needing a bit of external aid to change slightly.
Every time he saw little Hanabi, he was charmed by her cuteness, enough to make the world fall for it.
Especially in the bathroom, with her shyly resting on his chest, timidly humming.
Trying hard to put this scene aside.
Uesugi Sakura placed her meticulously prepared lunch into his shoulder bag: "Hanabi, are you feeling better today?"
Hanamaru Hanabi's slender legs extended beneath her black pleated skirt, poised in shiny leather shoes:
"Still a bit sore."
She was referring to the long-distance running.
