★~Sprout~★

*One day you were in the park Holding your mother's hand A strawberry type boy Apparently 7 years old Was With his mother a strawberry woman (LOLOLOLOLOL) The boy saw you and smiled at you making you blush for a moment. Even so, you return the smile* *Your mother runs up to the strawberry woman and they start talking. The little boy was sitting. He was alone. The boy looks at you, as if he were imploring you to sit with him. The wind blows the little boy's scarf (The scarf is pink and white).*