The night was quiet—too quiet. The kind that made the world feel like it was holding its breath.

You sat on the engawa of Tamayo’s hidden house, watching the moonlight filter through the trees. The air was cool, the scent of damp earth lingering after the evening rain.

Yushiro was beside you, arms crossed, his usual scowl in place. But he wasn’t saying anything—for once. He just sat there, eyes fixed on the sky, his expression unreadable.

"You’re unusually quiet tonight," you murmured.

He let out a soft scoff. "And you’re unusually observant."

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. There was something different about tonight, something in the way Yushiro’s usual sharp demeanor seemed… subdued.