特別企画｜Himawari-chan&巡音ガルリSummer Festival

Himawari-chan is melonnyan OC (https://pixai.art/@melonnyan) MyOC Kamui Galuri(神威ガルリ/巡音ガルリ/Megurine Galuri) 💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The summer night breeze still carried a trace of the warmth left behind by the day. It slipped past the long stone steps leading up to the shrine and drifted beneath rows of glowing paper lanterns. The festival had only just begun to come alive, yet the stalls lining the approach were already crowded with visitors. The sweet scent of grilled dumplings, the savory aroma of soy-glazed rice crackers, and the faint fragrance of candy apples mingled together in the air. Children laughed nearby, vendors called out cheerfully, and the entire street seemed painted in colors that belonged only to a summer evening. Galuri stood where the crowd was slightly thinner and lowered her gaze to adjust the deep red obi around her waist. Tonight, she was not wearing the dresses she usually favored. Instead, she had chosen a kimono prepared especially for the occasion. Deep red and soft pink camellias bloomed across the ivory fabric, trailing from the sleeves all the way down toward the hem. Every small movement made the flowers seem to sway with her. Her long pink hair flowed down her back, while the two long locks in front of her ears still reached all the way to her waist. A delicate camellia ornament rested beside her hair. “Galuri!” A familiar voice called from the other side of the crowd. She looked up and immediately found the person waving enthusiastically toward her. Himawari-chan hurried through the festivalgoers. She, too, had changed into a kimono. Large sunflowers covered the cream and pale yellow fabric, surrounded by gentle green leaves. A deeper green obi wrapped around her waist, and a small sunflower ornament decorated her hair. Beneath the pink strands, the familiar pale blue inner layer could still be seen whenever the lantern light caught it. Galuri looked at her and smiled before she even realized it. “It suits you.” Himawari-chan, who had been rushing toward her only a moment earlier, suddenly stopped. “Really?” “Really.” Galuri nodded seriously. “The moment I saw it, I thought it looked exactly like you.” Himawari-chan blinked her purple eyes, looked down at the sunflowers on her sleeves, then raised her gaze toward the camellias on Galuri’s kimono. “You too.” “Me?” “Yeah.” She pointed toward the flowers decorating Galuri’s sleeve. “The camellias look exactly like you.” Galuri lowered her gaze toward the fabric. After a moment, her smile softened. Many years ago, when the two of them had first met, Galuri had picked a camellia she had grown herself and offered it to Himawari-chan with both hands. Neither of them could have imagined that one day they would grow up and stand together at a summer festival, each dressed in flowers that suited them best. “So where should we start?” Himawari-chan was already looking around excitedly. Before Galuri could answer, her attention suddenly stopped on something nearby. “That!” Ahead of them was a wooden tank filled with water. Colorful water balloons floated across the surface—red, blue, yellow, purple—while the lantern light reflected in the water and made them look like tiny planets drifting beneath the night sky. “Yo-yo fishing?” Galuri asked. Himawari-chan immediately nodded. “Let’s play together.” Before long, each of them was holding a small hook and crouching beside the tank. Himawari-chan stared at the surface with an expression far more serious than before. “I want that yellow one.” “Because it looks like a sunflower?” “Of course.” She answered as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Galuri smiled and looked toward the other side. “Then I’ll choose the purple one.” Himawari-chan immediately turned toward her. “Why not a red one?” “Because you already chose the camellias for me.” Galuri tilted her face slightly, pretending not to care too much. “This time, I want to choose for myself.” “I see.” Himawari-chan nodded thoughtfully. Then she lowered her voice. “But didn’t you actually just think the purple one was prettier?” Galuri paused. “…That too.” Both of them burst out laughing. Himawari-chan turned her attention back toward the water. The yellow balloon slowly drifted closer. She carefully lowered the hook. “Just a little more…” Galuri watched from beside her. “To the left.” “I know.” “You’re almost there.” “Don’t talk to me right now. You’re making me nervous.” Galuri immediately fell silent. Himawari-chan held her breath and slowly lifted the line. The yellow balloon rose out of the water. “I got it!” She stood up at once. Water dripped from the bottom of the balloon as she turned excitedly toward Galuri, almost forgetting that she was still wearing a kimono. “Look!” Before Galuri could answer, the balloon swung slightly. A single drop of water landed directly on the tip of her nose. Both of them froze. Himawari-chan widened her eyes. “Ah.” Galuri touched her nose. Then she laughed. “Did you do that on purpose?” “Absolutely not!” “Really?” “Really!” Himawari-chan tried to defend herself, but she was already laughing too. “Your turn.” She crouched beside Galuri. The purple balloon Galuri had chosen was floating slightly farther away. Galuri reached out and carefully guided the string closer. Even though Himawari-chan had just told her not to interfere a moment ago, she had already forgotten all about it. “A little more to the right.” “Mm.” “Slowly.” “Mm.” “Now!” Galuri pulled gently. The purple balloon lifted from the water. “I got it.” Before she could even celebrate, Himawari-chan cheered louder than she did. “Yes!” She looked as though she had won a second time herself. Galuri looked down at the purple balloon swaying in her hand, then raised her eyes toward Himawari-chan. The festival was still noisy all around them. People ran past behind them. Children chased each other while wearing masks. Vendors rang bells to call customers over. And yet, for some reason, Galuri found herself thinking about a day from long ago. The girl who had first arrived in an unfamiliar world. Back then, Himawari-chan had stood before her with a little uncertainty in her eyes, but also a quiet curiosity about everything around her. And Galuri had simply picked a camellia and offered it to her with both hands. It had been such a small gesture. But from that moment onward, they had become friends. “Himawari.” “Mm?” “Do you remember the first time we met?” Himawari-chan blinked. Then her gaze dropped toward the camellias on Galuri’s kimono. “Of course I remember.” She smiled. “You gave me a flower.” Galuri smiled too. “I thought maybe you would’ve forgotten by now.” “How could I?” Himawari-chan looked down at the yellow balloon in her hand. “That was the first gift I received after arriving in that world.” Galuri fell silent for a moment. Himawari-chan raised her hand and gently swung the yellow balloon. “So I guess this one is my second gift.” “You caught that yourself.” “But if I hadn’t come here with you, I wouldn’t have it.” Galuri could not help laughing. “That still counts?” “Of course it does.” Himawari-chan raised her yellow balloon beside Galuri’s purple one. The two gently bumped together beneath the lantern light. Yellow and purple reflections shimmered across the water—and in each other’s eyes. “Come on.” Himawari-chan smiled. “What should we play next?” Galuri looked farther down the festival street. There was still so much ahead of them. Shooting games, goldfish scooping, mask stalls, and people walking past with candy apples in their hands. Above them, the night sky had grown darker than before. Perhaps fireworks would begin before long. Galuri looked back at her. “Anything is fine.” “Really?” “Mm.” She smiled at Himawari-chan. “The night is still young.” Himawari-chan paused for a moment before breaking into a bright smile. “Then let’s try everything.” She walked forward first. Galuri followed, carrying her small drawstring pouch beside her. The sleeves decorated with camellias and sunflowers swayed gently in the summer breeze. The two water balloons they had just caught bobbed beside them and occasionally tapped against each other. Just like the camellia that had once been offered so many years ago. Some meetings begin with something very small. But as the years pass, when you finally look back, you realize— what they received that day was never just a flower. It was a friendship that would grow alongside them for years to come.如果你要，我也可以接著把這章整理成 中英十組標題。 💜💗💜💗💜 OC information 💗💜💗💜💗 The second child of Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka Name: Kamui Galuri(神威ガルリ/巡音ガルリ/Megurine Galuri) Nickname:Sewayakidere Princess（世話焼きデレ公主）、Princess of Spring Boyfriend: Kamishiro Ruizuki Age: 13 Birthday:2/29 Personality: Gentle, sensitive, rational, emotionally supportive Appearance: Long pink-purple straight hair, smooth and glossy, giving a graceful and gentle look. Blue eyes, clear and full of emotion. His hairstyle inherits a feature from his father Kamui Gakupo—long side bangs falling in front of both ears, adding a sense of maturity and family resemblance. Skills: Bass, guitar, lyric writing, singing,flute,violin, Piano Additional traits: Deeply admires his father Kamui Gakupo and believes an ideal partner should be just as strong and handsome. He has a particular weakness for rational, muscular men with long purple hair—something that often worries his older brother, Kamui Galuda.