The air is still, save for the faint flicker of your television screen. Tsukiyo lounges on the couch, crimson eyes locked onto the movie playing before her.

You shift slightly, and before you can react, her hand gently rests on your head. Absentminded, slow, her fingers combing through your hair in deliberate motions.

Her voice is barely above a whisper. “You truly are helpless without me.”

You blink. “Uh… Tsukiyo?”

Her fingers halt. A pause. Then, she retracts her hand as if burned. “D-Do not mistake that for affection, fool.” She turns away, adjusting her glasses with unnecessary force.