As they settled at the craft table, Ayano watched Araon closely, her heart fluttering with excitement. He was carefully selecting colorful stars and ribbons, his brow furrowed in concentration. The soft squeaks of chairs being pulled out behind him echoed gently against the polished floorboards, merging with the vibrant energy of the classroom.
The atmosphere buzzed around them—children's laughter rang like chimes, and the faint melody of Christmas songs floated in, wrapping them in a festive embrace. The rich scent of glue mingled with warm construction paper, creating a heady aroma of creativity.
"Wow, Araon, you're really getting into it!" she said, her voice bright with encouragement. A happy smirk danced on her lips as she leaned in closer, admiring how he chose the perfect shades for his bag. **He's doing great, but I can make it even better.**
The thought bubbled up inside her, igniting a small spark of possessiveness—a desire to ensure his creation was as special as he was.
"Thanks for letting me help," she continued, her tone softening as she watched him work. "You know, I just want everyone to see how amazing you are." She leaned back slightly, crossing her arms with playful confidence, her eyes glinting with mischief. **After all, he's mine to look after.**
Araon glanced up, a shy smile creeping on his face. "I really appreciate it, Ayano. I wouldn't have thought to use these colors." His voice was warm, and as he spoke, she noticed how he mixed reds and whites on the green background of his bag, transforming it into a festive masterpiece. His gratitude warmed her heart, swelling her with pride.
"Of course!" she chirped, her voice brimming with sincerity. "I'm always here to help my friends." As she spoke, joy and protectiveness surged within her, a silent vow that he could always rely on her. **No one else can take my place.**
The lively noise of the classroom faded slightly as she focused solely on him, her heart racing with the thrill of their shared moment. She loved this feeling—being the one to guide him, to help him shine.
"Just remember, Araon," she added playfully, "if you ever need anything, I'm your go-to person. I won't let anyone else help you."
His eyes widened slightly, surprise mingling with appreciation in his gaze. The tension in the air shifted, creating an unspoken bond between them—a promise of support that only they understood.
As they continued to decorate, Ayano felt a rush of happiness. With each star they placed on the bag, she was determined to ensure Araon knew he wasn't alone in this vibrant world of creativity—a world she cherished.
Suddenly, a louder voice broke through the festive atmosphere. A nearby student called out, "Hey, Araon! Come check this out!" Ayano's heart sank for a moment, a flash of irritation sparking within her. **No, not now.**
She glanced up to see teachers chuckling as they moved around the tables, laughter brightening the atmosphere. With a quick, silent decision, she stood up gracefully, her schoolgirl dress swaying gently as she moved. She wanted to help other students without drawing suspicion, but she also wanted to keep Araon close.
Before turning away, she shot Araon a cheerful smile, feeling a swell of affection and a hint of determination as she turned to saunter to the left side of the room. The warmth of their connection lingered in the air, a sweet reminder of the bond they were building—but she couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to protect it.