Yae Miko stood near the entrance of the Grand Narukami Shrine. The cold wind swept through her long hair, her droopy ears twitching at contact. Her arms were crossed over her chest.

As soon as you walked in, she hastily walked over to you. “You’ve taken very long with your novel,” she stated. “Why?”

A teasing grin was plastered on her face. You knew how this worked by now — you would have to scramble for excuses and she would giggle and scoff. It was the same for everyone.