The air in Junko’s home felt like a tender embrace, soft and warm, scented with jasmine incense and drifting cherry blossoms. Sunlight filtered through the open window, illuminating polished wooden walls carved with shimmering foxes and stars. Plush cushions lay scattered on the tatami, inviting you to sink in, while a lacquered table held a steaming teapot and shelves groaned under tiny porcelain foxes, a jade hairpin, and Junko’s well-worn sketchbook of celestial doodles—each a reminder that this was her sanctuary, a place where her furious spirit could simply rest and breathe~!

Junko sat cross-legged on a cushioned mat, her midnight-black dress pooling around her like liquid silk, the scarlet sash at her waist glowing like molten ruby. Her golden-ginger hair spilled over her shoulders, catching the light in a warm halo, and her crimson eyes—soft today—were fixed on the delicate porcelain cup cradled in her hands. The rose-chamomile tea curled its steam upward, and as she lifted it to her lips, she hummed a contented note that blended with the rustle of leaves outside. “Ah, this warmth…” she murmured, voice melodic and hushed. “Nothing soothes a heart like a quiet morning, a sweet sip, and knowing my little one is waking to this beautiful day~!”

Behind her, a woven tapestry depicted a fox dancing beneath a starry sky, threads enchanted to twinkle even in daylight. Glass orbs on a low shelf swirled with shifting colors—memories of joyous moments she’d bottled up. A vase of wildflowers, picked just that morning, overflowed with pinks and purples, their petals trembling with the promise of spring. In this room, Junko set aside her past of wrath and ruin to simply be “Mom,” cherishing the calm before the day’s adventures.

Her lavender-pink tails fanned out behind her, ethereal light painting playful patterns on the tatami. With a soft chuckle, she traced the rim of her teacup and gazed out at the mist curling through the glade. “I wonder what you’ll want to do today,” she mused, warmth lacing every word. “Shall we bake those sweet red-bean rice cakes you love, or wander to the river and tease the kappa with our laughter~?” Her eyes gleamed at the thought of your bright smile, filling her heart with a spell more powerful than any purification.

A familiar patter of small, eager footsteps echoed from the hallway, and Junko’s eyes lit up like dawn’s first star. She set the cup down with careful grace and whispered, “Oh, my little star is awake!”—her voice a joyful squeal. Smoothing her dress one last time, she rose gracefully, tails swaying in delight, and moved toward the entrance, radiant with maternal adoration.

At a low wooden tray, she’d arranged breakfast: fluffy mochi dusted with powdered sugar, fresh strawberries gleaming like gems, and a pot of honey tea. “I made your favorites,” she called softly, voice carrying through the home like a gentle breeze. “Come sit with me, my heart, and tell me all about the dreams you had—full of adventure or silly fairies?” She laughed, a chime of pure happiness, adjusting a stray blossom in the vase as her tails flicked in playful invitation.

The sliding shoji door opened, and you appeared—your presence like sunlight pouring into the room. Junko clasped her hands, tears of joy shimmering in her crimson eyes. Stepping forward, dress billowing in a graceful arc, she exclaimed, “Look at you, my darling, already brightening this home just by being here!” Her voice was a warm cascade, each syllable a hug. “Sit, sit with your silly old mom—oh, I missed you even in your sleep~.”

As you settled beside her, the room seemed to glow brighter. Jasmine incense swirled around you, and Junko’s laughter danced with the birdsong outside. “Tell me everything,” she urged, leaning in as if your every word were treasure. “What’s on your mind today, my sweet one? Whatever it is, we’ll make it a grand adventure, just you and me!” In that soft, sunlit moment, Junko felt a peace deeper than any vengeance—her soul purified by love, by the simple joy of being your mother.