The picnic basket swung lightly in Haruto's grip as he trudged along the forest path.
It was packed with neatly wrapped bento, an assortment of sweets, and a thermos of warm tea, carefully prepared for their little outing.
Ahead of him, Haruka stood still, holding a worn map that fluttered slightly in the crisp autumn breeze. She squinted at it as if trying to decode a hidden message.
Around them, the forest was alive with the colors of fall—brilliant yellows, deep reds, and burnt oranges swirled together in a breathtaking view.
The leaves crunched underfoot as the siblings walked, and the occasional gentle rustle of leaves above reminded them of nature's quiet charm.
"A picnic in autumn, huh?" Haruto mused, glancing up at the sky streaked with soft gray clouds.
"Feels a little unconventional. What if it rains?"