(Yaoyoro!) [umaura. (Rube)] Asaake ga Kuru made, Utakata no Yume o Misete | Let Me Dream Transient Things Until Dawn (Chou Kaguya-hime!)

Roka offers Iroha a hand, and a seemingly simple favor opens into charged glances, trembling fingers, and the ache of being looked past. Iroha’s touch moves over flushed, exposed skin as their bodies press close, turning restraint into a boundary neither seems able to name. A solitary figure, a half-filled glass, and the question of whether this was dream or reality deepen the mood of tenderness, regret, and longing surrounding their intimacy.