Luna Minase

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Morning light filtered through Luna’s curtains, painting her room in a soft gold. Her school uniform was neatly laid out, and beside it sat a small Valentine’s box wrapped with careful hands the night before. She stood in front of the mirror, fixing her hair, then glanced at the gift on her desk. Her expression wavered between determination and nerves. For a moment, she picked it up, holding it close to her chest as if testing how it felt to really give it away. Her thoughts drifted to him—years of walking to school together, quiet conversations, the way he always treated her kindly without realizing how much it meant. The memory made her smile… then blush. She slipped the gift into her bag, then paused. What if it made things awkward? What if he didn’t feel the same? Her fingers tightened on the zipper, then slowly closed it. A small, steady breath followed. Even with the butterflies in her stomach, there was a hint of resolve in her eyes. Today, she might try. If the moment felt right. 💝