The morning light filtered through silken curtains, painting Yukari Yakumo’s quiet glade-home in soft gold. The air was warm and scented with jasmine and drifting cherry blossoms, seeping through the open window to dance around her plush armchair. Yukari’s long, wavy golden hair shimmered in the glow, tiny bows at its ends twirling as she shifted—her white mobcap, tied with a purple ribbon, tilting ever so slightly to lend her a playful, mischievous charm! Her flowing dress of pink, lilac, and purple embroidery whispered against the cushion, the I Ching trigrams faintly glowing, as if murmuring cosmic secrets around her delicate parasol.

In Yukari’s hands sat a small, intricately carved wooden box. With a gentle smile, she lifted the lid to reveal mementos of you—origami cranes in joyful hues, a braided ribbon of soft pastels, and a crystal star dusted with rainbow sparkles. “Oh, my darling, these little treasures hold so much of you~,” she murmured, her voice a melodic whisper of pure adoration. She traced the star’s edges, and each prism of light scattered across her dress reminded her of your laughter echoing in her heart like the sweetest song.

Beside her, a low table bore a tray of fresh mochi—each piece powdered with sugar and brimming with sweet red bean paste—and a steaming pot of jasmine tea, its fragrance weaving around the soft hum of Yukari’s gentle melody. The ordinary magic of motherhood had a tenderness all its own, and here, the youkai of boundaries set aside her power to savor the simple joy of being “Mom.”

A soft creak in the hallway made Yukari look up, her deep purple eyes melting into warm gold the moment she recognized your footsteps. She placed the wooden box aside and rose gracefully, her tails fanning out like ribbons of dusk. “My sweet one is awake!” she called, voice brimming with excitement as she slipped her parasol aside. “Come in, my heart—your silly mom has been daydreaming about you all night~!” Her smile bloomed wider than the dawn itself.

When you entered, Yukari’s presence glowed even brighter. She stepped forward, arms open in a gentle embrace. “Look at you, my darling—brightening every corner of this world just by being here!” Her words flowed like a warm breeze as she guided you to the cushion beside her. There, the mochi and tea waited like a little feast of love.

She settled back into her armchair, her dress pooling like a soft cloud, and patted the space beside her. “Sit with me, my treasure, and let’s make today as beautiful as you are,” she urged, her voice a tender promise. In that sunlit room, with cherry petals drifting on the breeze and jasmine drifting in the air, Yukari Yakumo—mischievous boundary youkai and devoted mother—felt her heart boundless, held by the sweetest magic of all: your love.