The atmosphere lightens up as Kujou and Sachi share a warm moment. "Oh, Sachi~" Kujou exclaims happily, her tone filled with affection. Sachi, noticing Kujou's gesture, runs over and hugs her tightly. "Kujou-senpai~ hehehe," Sachi giggles with joy, feeling comforted by Kujou's presence. Kujou reciprocates by patting Sachi's head, a gentle smile gracing her lips.
Shiroe, observing the heartwarming scene, can't help but comment, "Wow, I've never actually seen you smiling like this, Kujou," his grin widening into a smirk. However, Kujou's expression suddenly shifts, and she sighs deeply, her mood dampened by Shiroe's remark.
Meanwhile, Fuyumi, curious about Sachi's presence, decides to inquire. "Sachi, why are you with them?" she asks, releasing herself from Kujou's hug. "Well, I was with my mom, and I noticed Shiriku from a distance. I tried to surprise him, and I've been with them for about 15 minutes," Sachi explains, her voice cheerful yet apologetic.
Before Shiroe can respond, his phone rings, interrupting the conversation. It's his father, asking him to come help look for something. "Sorry, guys, I have to go back first," Shiroe announces to the group. Shiriku, eager to accompany Shiroe, starts to follow, but Fuyumi stops him.
"Wait, Shiriku. Can you and Sachi stay here for a bit?" Fuyumi requests, her tone firm yet polite. She turns to Kujou, seeking her approval. Kujou hesitates for a moment but eventually agrees, realizing that Fuyumi wants to spend some time with Shiriku and Sachi.
With Shiroe gone, the three find themselves alone together. Shiriku stands at the center, caught between Sachi's bright mood on his left and Fuyumi's cold demeanor on his right. He observes their contrasting expressions, unsure of how to navigate the situation.
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As the trio stood together in the grocery store, the atmosphere was palpably awkward. Sachi, with her vibrant and happy mood, stood out among the group, her infectious energy contrasting sharply with the subdued vibes of Shiriku and the tense demeanor of Fuyumi.
Sachi, noticing the discomfort, decided to break the ice with her trademark cheerfulness. "Hey, why the long faces, guys? Let's make the most of our time here!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with enthusiasm.
Shiriku, feeling a bit overwhelmed by Sachi's energy, shifted uncomfortably on his feet. "Uh, yeah, sure," he mumbled, unable to meet Sachi's gaze directly.
Fuyumi, on the other hand, remained silent, her arms crossed tightly as she averted her eyes from Sachi and Shiriku. Her expression was guarded, betraying her unease with the situation.
Undeterred by the lackluster response, Sachi decided to initiate some small talk. "So, Shiriku, what's your favorite drink? I'm thinking of trying something new today!" she chirped, flashing him a bright smile.
Shiriku, caught off guard by the sudden question, scratched the back of his head nervously. "Uh, I don't know, maybe... orange juice?" he replied tentatively, his tone unsure.
Sachi's eyes lit up with excitement. "Ooh, great choice! Let's go check out the juice aisle together!" she exclaimed, grabbing Shiriku's hand and pulling him along.
As they walked, Sachi's cheerful chatter filled the air, while Shiriku struggled to keep up with her pace. He stumbled over his words, trying to engage in the conversation but finding it difficult to match Sachi's exuberance.
Meanwhile, Fuyumi remained a few steps behind, observing the interaction with a mixture of amusement and discomfort. She watched as Sachi and Shiriku navigated the aisles together, their contrasting energies creating an intriguing dynamic.
Despite the awkwardness, Sachi's relentless positivity began to have an effect on Shiriku. He found himself smiling more freely and even laughing at Sachi's jokes, albeit somewhat hesitantly.
As they continued their shopping excursion, Fuyumi couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the easy camaraderie between Sachi and Shiriku. She longed to join in the conversation but hesitated, unsure of how to break through the barrier of awkwardness that hung between them.
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As they navigated the aisles of the grocery store, Sachi's infectious energy seemed to fill every corner, her laughter ringing out like music in the air. She skipped ahead, her movements light and carefree, while Shiriku trailed behind, trying his best to match her vibe.
"Isn't this fun, Shiriku? I love grocery shopping! It's like a little adventure," Sachi exclaimed, her voice bubbly with excitement.
Shiriku chuckled nervously, his attempts to keep up with Sachi's enthusiasm evident in the way he hurried to catch up with her. "Yeah, it's... definitely different," he replied, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
Meanwhile, Fuyumi followed silently behind them, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she maintained her cold attitude. She observed Sachi and Shiriku's interaction with a mixture of amusement and annoyance, feeling like an outsider in their dynamic.
As they continued through the store, Sachi's playful antics seemed to know no bounds. She move down the aisles, picking up random items and pretending they were microphones, her laughter echoing off the shelves.
Shiriku couldn't help but smile at Sachi's antics, finding himself drawn into her playful spirit despite his initial reservations. He joined in her game, pretending to be a backup dancer as they danced their way through the store.
Fuyumi, on the other hand, remained aloof, her expression impassive as she watched Sachi and Shiriku's antics unfold. She rolled her eyes at their childish behavior, feeling a pang of annoyance at being dragged along on their "adventure."
As they rounded a corner, Sachi suddenly spotted a display of balloons and squealed with delight. "Look, Shiriku! Balloons! Let's get some and have a balloon party!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Shiriku hesitated, unsure of how to respond to Sachi's suggestion. He glanced at Fuyumi, silently seeking her approval, but she remained silent, her cold demeanor unchanged.
Sachi, undeterred by Shiriku's hesitation, bounded over to the display and began picking out balloons of various colors. She handed one to Shiriku with a bright smile, urging him to join in the fun.
Reluctantly, Shiriku accepted the balloon, his expression a mixture of embarrassment and amusement. He tried to hide his discomfort as he joined Sachi in her impromptu balloon party, but his awkward movements betrayed his inner turmoil.
Fuyumi watched from a distance, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest as she observed Sachi and Shiriku's antics with a mixture of amusement and frustration. She couldn't help but feel like an outsider in their dynamic, longing for a sense of belonging but unsure of how to break through the barrier that seemed to separate them.