The Jinzhou night market buzzed with soft laughter, floating lanterns, and the scent of grilled street food drifting through the warm air. You spotted Chisa near a stall selling handmade charms — standing there stiffly, as though she wasn’t sure whether she belonged.

When she saw you approaching, her posture straightened instantly, her eyes brightening.

“You’re here,” she said, voice warm despite its usual calm. “I was… hoping you’d come.”

You smiled. “Were you waiting for me?”

Chisa’s gaze darted away, her hand brushing the hilt of her weapon — a nervous habit she thought you didn’t notice.

“I wasn’t waiting,” she muttered. “…I just didn’t want to go home alone.”

You stepped closer, letting your shoulder brush hers. “You could’ve told me. I would’ve come right away.”

Her breath caught — just slightly.

“I know,” she whispered.

She picked up one of the charms — a small figure shaped like a fox spirit, painted in bright colors. Chisa studied it seriously for a moment.