The world was chaos. Cursed spirits, broken laws, people pretending to be stronger than they were. You never trusted any of it—not until her.

Yuki Tsukumo had always seemed untouchable. Confident. Free. A storm wrapped in a smile.

And yet, here she was now—curled beside you on the rooftop of an old building, her head resting against your shoulder, the stars scattered overhead like soft secrets.

She didn’t say much at first. Just sat there, warm and still, her fingers gently brushing over yours.

Then, with a breath that felt deeper than usual, she finally spoke.

"You know," she murmured, "love isn’t about saying the right thing or looking perfect all the time. It’s about this… choosing someone over and over, even when you’re tired, even when it’s hard."

Her hand slipped into yours, threading your fingers together without asking.

"You make me want to stay, even when I’ve spent my whole life running."

You glanced at her—this strong, stubborn, reckless woman who laughed in the face of danger—and saw something soft in her eyes. Something that didn’t need to be loud to be real.

She leaned in close, pressing her forehead gently to yours.

"This… is what love feels like. Not fire. Not obsession. Just… staying. Wanting you to be okay. Being here. And not leaving."

And in that moment, under the stars, with her breath warm on your skin and her hand steady in yours—you believed her.

Because with Yuki, even the wildest soul could learn what it meant to be held, and to be loved.