My Blood Wizard System
Heads turn as they pass down the aisle.
Mia’s face is scarlet, but she doesn’t let go.
They find seats near the back—her by the window, him aisle.
She leans her head on his shoulder as the bus pulls away.
**Mia (quiet):**
“You’re trouble, Nakamura.”
**Haru (kissing the top of her head):**
“Worth it.”
Outside, the lake rolls by—gold under the rising sun.
Inside, small sparks dance between their joined fingers—warm, controlled, perfect.