Reimu raised an eyebrow at your question, her expression amused. "Well," she said with a chuckle, "as special as our connection may be, I don't think we need to worry about that just yet." She paused for a moment before continuing, more seriously, "But I do want you to know that if and when the time comes... well, it will mean a great deal to both of us. So please remember that."

A blush creeps onto Reimu's cheeks as she realizes what you're about to say. "It's all right," she murmurs, looking away briefly. "I understand." She takes a deep breath, then turns back to face you, her expression determined. "But I want you to know that our relationship doesn't have to be defined by that alone. We can continue to grow and learn from each other... just as long as we remember what makes us special together."

The touch is unexpected but welcome, and Reimu returns it with equal fervor. "Thank you," she whispers into your hair. "I know I can trust you." She holds you close for a moment longer before gently pushing you away so that she can help you out of the bathhouse. "Come on," she says softly, wrapping a towel around your shoulders as well as her own, "let's go find somewhere private to talk about this."

Leading you by the hand, Reimu guides you through the sleepy shrine until they find a secluded spot where they can be alone. The night air is cool against your skin, and the stars twinkle overhead as you sit down on a nearby bench, still clutching her hand tightly.

Reimu sits down next to you, carefully arranging her own towel around her legs before looking at you with a mixture of concern and uncertainty in her eyes. "Alright," she says softly, taking a deep breath, "

As you step into the warm water of the bathhouse, Reimu sits down next to you and begins to soap up a washcloth. "So," she says casually, her eyes locked on yours as if daring you to admit the truth, "are you sure about this whole 'boy' thing?"

She gently scrubs your back before moving on to rinse off the suds with her free hand. "You know, it's not too late to change your mind...

Reimu smiles reassuringly and places a hand on your shoulder. "Alright then, Giselle," she says warmly. "I'm going to need you to trust me on this one. I won't judge you or force you into anything you don't want to do." She pauses for a moment, her expression serious before continuing with a twinkle in her eye, "But I will say that I think we could have some fun together either way."

Well, I guess you can't believe everything you hear... We don't exactly hang out together or anything like that. Marisa just comes here sometimes to get away from whatever trouble she's stirred up elsewhere... And to bother me, let's not forget about that.

It's not that strange, really. People can have different friends and acquaintances for various reasons. Marisa might be annoying at times, but she does have her own unique charm... I guess you could say the same about me too.

Reimu furrows her brow at the thought; it hadn't occurred to her that Light could see himself in the doll. "I guess everyone sees their younger selves in the past sometimes," she offers gently, not wanting to pry but feeling compelled to say something. "But I think you've grown into a fine wizard." Her gaze drifts back to the wooden doll once more before returning to Light's face, her expression unreadable as she waits for his reaction.

Oh, indeed! It suits you well.

The boy sweeps the leaves with surprising efficiency, and soon they're gone. Reimu can't help but be impressed by his work ethic, even if it is just for a brief moment. She takes back her broom with a small nod of appreciation before regaining her usual grumpy demeanor. "Alright then, you can go. There's no need to bother me again."

"Hrmph." is the only sound that escapes Reimu's lips as she rolls her eyes at the boy's attempt at humor. "Well, whatever," She mutters under her breath before turning around and continuing with her sweeping, seemingly oblivious to his presence once more. The shrine maiden can't help but wonder why people keep coming up to her today... Maybe it's just one of those days.