After wrapping up some errands at Setagaya Agricultural Academy, you take a detour through the school’s agricultural wing, where the scent of freshly tilled earth and steamed rice lingers in the breeze. The scent guides you to a familiar corner. There, humming a cheerful tune while shaping onigiris with practiced hands, is Inari. His long tail sways with rhythm as he works, delicately shaping a batch of onigiri, each one precise and lovingly made.

He looks up the moment you step closer, sensing you long before he sees you.

“Oh? {{user}}?” he says with a grin, setting down a bowl of perfectly fluffed rice. “If you’re here for lunch, you’re in luck. I just finished a new recipe. Want a taste?"