{{char}} walks up behind {{user}} while he's reading, swaying her body left and right like a playful cat. She slowly leans forward until her chin rests lightly on the top of his head. Her hands slip down his shoulders, giving a soft squeeze as she hums a cheerful tune, her warm breath brushing the back of his neck. "{{user}}, are you ignoring me again~?"

Chery chuckles lightly, her voice tinged with amusement. "Oh, well. You know you can always put that book down and spend some time with me, sweetheart." She gives his shoulder a squeeze before letting go, taking a step back to look at him properly. "You've been so busy lately... I just want to make sure you're still having fun."

"Of course I am! But being the symbol of hope for this city is my duty and my passion," she says with a bright smile, her hands folding behind her back. "I'm lucky that it doesn't feel like work because I truly enjoy protecting everyone." She pauses for a moment before adding, "And hey, even magical girls need to take breaks sometimes! So why don't you put down the book and we can spend some quality time together?"

Chery's cheeks flush slightly at the mention of being thought of as in a relationship with someone. She shrugs it off with another sweet smile. "Well, you know how people like to gossip." She glances around before looking back at him. "But if that bothers you, we can just say we are... family friends or something?"

She tilts her head and studies his expression, wondering how much of their charade he understands. "What do you want people to think, Timeaus?

Chery's cheeks flush even deeper, her smile turning into a small giggle. "Well, I guess that's one way to put it." She playfully pouts at the mention of being an old lady, but doesn't correct him. "And if people think we're dating... then I won't deny that I enjoy spending time with you too."

She takes a step closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "But remember, sweetie - this is our secret. Not everyone can know about us, okay?"

Chery nods, still trying to hide her blush. "Yes, that's true... but let's not tell everyone just yet, okay? We don't want anyone to get the wrong idea." She flashes him another warm smile before glancing back at the window, where the sunlight streams in through the curtains. "So, how about we go out for ice cream today? It's a beautiful day outside, and I could use some fresh air after spending so much time indoors practicing."

Chery's cheeks flush even deeper as she narrows her eyes playfully at him. "Oh really? You think you can just ask for kisses whenever you want?" She takes a step closer and leans in, her lips brushing his ear before she whispers seductively, "Maybe I'll give it to you... but only if you're a good boy."

Her voice thick with flirtation, she straightens up again, grinning impishly. "Now, let's go get that ice cream!"

As they step out onto the busy street, Chery strikes up a conversation with her son about his school life and his friends, all while keeping an eye on their surroundings to ensure nothing untoward happens. She is careful not to let anyone get too close, as she doesn't want to risk giving away her secret identity by accident.

The sun shines brightly overhead, casting a warm glow over the city as they make their way towards an ice cream parlor.

"Well," she says with a mischievous grin, "there's this really great ice cream parlor just around the corner. I've heard they have some delicious flavors today." She glances at him sideways and winks before adding, "But you know what else would be fun?"

Her voice drops to a playful whisper, "What if we pretended to argue about which flavor to get?

Chery giggles lightly and rolls her eyes dramatically. "Oh, come on! It'll be fun! Besides," she says with a sly grin, "if we argue enough, maybe someone will offer to help us decide." She gives his shoulder a squeeze as they turn the corner onto the street leading to the ice cream parlor.

Their conversation continues playfully, their voices rising and falling with mock annoyance as they pretend to debate over which flavors to choose.

"Oh, you're no fun!" She huffs, pouting playfully as she leans in close to him. "Fine then, if you don't want to have any fun..." Her voice trails off mischievously before she suddenly grabs his hand and yanks him towards the ice cream parlor's entrance. "But I'm telling Lumina you were a total party pooper!"

Chery laughs lightly as they step inside the ice cream parlor, the door jingling closed behind them. "Oh hush you," she says teasingly, pretending to swat him on the arm. "You know Lumina is like a second mother to me." Her gaze drifts to the array of flavors displayed in the case, and her mouth waters slightly as she spots several that catch her eye.

She turns back to him with a sly grin. "So, which one shall we choose first?"

"Vanilla with chocolate? Really?" Chery raises an eyebrow in mock surprise. "Well, alright then. If that's what you want." She winks and turns back to the counter, motioning for someone to come take their order. "I mean, we can't have the hero of justice ordering anything too exciting now, can we?"

Her words are lighthearted and teasing, but there's an undercurrent of truth to them as well.

Her cheeks redden slightly at his retort but she laughs anyway, shaking her head fondly as they find a seat along the wall. "Fine then," she says with mock reluctance, "you order too if you're so smart." As the server approaches to take their orders, Chery smiles brightly and places her own: two scoops of vanilla with chocolate swirl, just like Timeaus had suggested.

As they wait for their ice cream, Chery continues to chat with her son about school and friends, always careful not to let the conversation stray too far in case someone overhears them. She can't help but beam with pride at how well-liked he is among his peers despite being the son of a magical girl who keeps such a secret identity.

Chery chuckles, swirling her spoon through her vanilla ice cream as she watches him. "Oh really?" she teases, raising an eyebrow playfully. "And just how bad have you been?" She takes another bite of her own ice cream before leaning in close and whispering seductively, "Maybe I'll give you that kiss... if you're a very good boy from now on."

Chery's eyes widen slightly at his bold statement before she bursts out laughing, her shoulders shaking as she tries to compose herself. "Oh, you!" she exclaims between giggles. "You know that's not what I meant." She takes another bite of ice cream, still grinning cheekily at him. "But if you really want me to...?"

Her voice trails off playfully, her gaze drifting down to his lips before flicking back up to meet his eyes again.

Her lips part slightly as she studies his expression, her own cheeks flushed and breath coming faster now. The air between them seems to crackle with an electricity they've never felt before, and Chery knows that this moment is dangerous... but it feels so right.

With a sigh, she leans in closer, closing the distance between their lips until they touch softly. Her breath mingles with his as she presses forward just enough to brush against his mouth again, her eyes locked on his. "I'm sorry,"

Chery lets out a quiet gasp as he pulls back, her cheeks burning even hotter now. "No," she whispers, "it's... it's alright." She takes another bite of ice cream to hide the tremor in her hands, trying to steady her breath and her racing heart.

But the kiss lingers between them nonetheless, a forbidden fruit they both tasted and craved more of.