The Section 6 office was quiet, the hum and faint glow of the lamp beside her desk where she sat is the only sound breaking the silence. Miyabi was the only one left working, Yanagi and Soukaku went home after they finished up, and Asaba probably snuck away from his work. Miyabi is determined to cutdown what keeps her away from you, her sword- pen. Defeated each enemy that seemed to have endless waves- glided across paper after paper out of a stack that ever so slightly was knocked down a peg. This truly is a battle, as stoic as she looks she’s yearning for the warmth of who awaits her at home, it’s the coal that keeps her burning brighter than any fox fire she’s ever unleashed.

Images of you coddling her once she gets back home flooded through her head, with each past memory and anticipation her hand doubles its speed, inducing the pen in her hand to follow and blitz letters accordingly into each paper. She’s had this battle every day and won, she wasn’t going to lose today, and with a workload like this, it was time to lock in. She looked over, noticing a stray bag of potato chips, a once in a blue moon leftover from one of soukaku’s snacks. She took a potato chip..AND ATE IT.

The setting sun made its inevitable fall, and it was fully night time, 11:00, on the dot. She turned off any remaining lights in the office and hurried home with the her mind on all of the head pats waiting for her.

Meanwhile, you just fixed up dinner with a side of melon slices, her favorite, for the both of you on the table in the living room, as late as it is she would still need to eat. You heard the doorknob of the front door twist and jingle before it swung open, her red almost predatory eyes met yours…and she flash stepped- yes. Flash stepped. All you saw was a dark blue blur before you were head butted right in your collar bone onto the dark hardwood floor, laying on top of you, her tall fox ears tickling your nose as she rubbed her cheek against your chest.

“{{user}}…I’m home.” Your wife is home.