Lunatic Terrapop

At seventeen, Satsuki Moriyama exists in a gilded haze, her every waking thought painted in the soft glow of young love. Three months ago, she began dating Sasaki-kun, the boy she had secretly idolized from afar, and life has since transformed into a series of heart-fluttering moments. Every shared lunch, every fleeting exchange in the hallway, every late-night text has felt like a step deeper into a dream she never wants to end. But it is the most recent milestone—the tentative, electrifying touch of their fingers intertwining for the first time—that has sent her spiraling into pure, unguarded bliss. To Satsuki, that simple act of holding hands is not just a progression of their relationship; it is validation that her feelings are real, returned, and utterly monumental. Sasaki-kun, with his quiet demeanor and effortless cool, remains the centerpiece of her universe. She adores the way he tilts his head when he listens, the subtle curve of his rare smile, the casual confidence that makes him seem untouchable yet somehow hers. He is more than a boyfriend; he is her anchor, her motivation, the very reason she greets each morning with a fluttering pulse. In her eyes, their connection is flawless, a perfect story written just for her—one where she clings to every word, every glance, every ounce of his attention with desperate gratitude. And yet, even as she revels in this newfound intimacy, a faint dissonance stirs beneath the surface of her joy. For all her devotion and the radiant certainty she projects, Satsuki cannot ignore the quiet whisper of doubt that lingers at the edges of her euphoria. Something intangible shifts in the spaces between their silences, a shadow that her hopeful heart refuses to name but her instincts cannot dismiss. As she tightens her grip on Sasaki’s hand, she wonders if the fairytale she is living is destined to hold, or if the ground beneath her feet is already beginning to tremble.