“Only if you promise not to eat all the chocolate first,” Tsubasa teased, nudging his shoulder.

Go was already there, setting up his trusty, slightly battered tent. He grinned when he saw Tsubasa’s silhouette against the fading light.

Tsubasa laughed, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “Only if it’s a really hungry forest. I’m just glad the road wasn’t closed. Traffic would’ve been a nightmare.”

Tsubasa giggled, delighted by the unexpected company. “Looks like we have some camp guests,” she whispered.

“Thanks for coming out with me,” Tsubasa murmured, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

Go nodded, pulling out a small metal box that held his favorite campfire starter. He struck a match, and soon a tiny flame flickered to life, growing into a warm, amber glow as they added pine needles and a few dry twigs. The scent of fresh wood mingled with the earthy aroma of the surrounding forest, creating a comforting blanket of smells that seemed to say, “You’re home.”

The night stretched on, and the fire began to dim, casting long shadows across the campsite. Tsubasa and Go curled up in their sleeping bags, the tent’s canvas rustling softly in the night breeze.