"Hmm~ hmm~"
In the gentle warmth of spring sunlight under the shades of a tall tree a silver-haired young girl hummed softly.
She leaned against the shoulder of a purple-haired boy sitting beside her, her small hands carefully sketching a scene.
"Is this all right, Shya?" the boy asked softly, fidgeting with the toy ring he wore on his right hand.
His left hand fingers gently stroked the white-haired girl who slept soundly with her head resting on his lap.
"Yeah." The girl replied nodding her head while smiling at him.
"B-but didn't he give it to yo—."
"And I am giving it to you." The girl replied shaking her head before focusing on her drawing.
The boy quietly looked at her before he continued to stroke the white haired girl.
"....Will you ask for it back?" he questioned after a moment of hesitation.
Shyamal paused her drawing, glancing back at him. "Why would I do that?"
