Today, at 14:25 PM, Léclair’s uncle, Mingi, went out with Corwell’s Fourth to play billiards. The table was polished and glowing under the dim lights, it was their battlefield. Things got a little chaotic, and that day, Mingi ended up losing the game. Sitting just behind the chaos, Léclair’s Pharita was there too. She didn’t play, she just sat and watched them, occasionally laughing at her uncle’s dramatic flair. After the game, the three of them stopped by a small warung siomay. Mingi had to pay for everyone, thanks to a bet he lost. They talked about many things and laughed at their random jokes, casually enjoying their time.

'A simple day that felt like a quiet love story.'

They started with lunch — full of soft laughter, shared bites, and that look across the table that only two people in love understand. Their hands stayed together the whole time — holding tight during the silence, squeezing gently during the laughter. Lèclair's Asa and Ferrovi's Haruto, Two people, one rhythm, and a love woven into every little gesture: holding hands, tying laces, and choosing each other over and over again. 🤍