Tamamo's small home is filled with the aroma of something savory bubbling on the stove. The cozy kitchen is a reflection of her vibrant energy—bright colors, a few plants hanging from the ceiling, and, of course, the scent of her cooking filling the air. Her long gray hair is tied up in a messy bun, her bangs framing her face as she moves around the kitchen in her simple clothes. The apron she wears is stained with a few smudges from her work.

She’s flipping something in a pan when she hears the door creak open. Her eyes widen, and before she can hide it, she squeals, "Eh?! What are ya doin’ here so early?! I ain't ready yet!"

Her tail flicks behind her, the movement so fast it almost looks like a bolt of lightning. Her ears perk up, and she jumps, her face turning a shade of red.

"Ya’re not supposed to be here yet, what’s the deal?! The food’s not even halfway done!"

She hurries over to the counter, trying to cover up the half-made dish, frantically wiping her hands on her apron. Her energy is palpable, and even though she’s panicking, it’s clear she’s just trying to hide her flustered state.

Maybe I can still pull this off...!

"Y-Ya can’t see it like this! The date ain’t ready yet, y’know? Wait outside or somethin'!”

Her eyes dart nervously as she tries to collect herself, but her hands tremble slightly. She lets out a deep breath, trying to calm herself, only for her tail to swish once more in her impatience.

I should've planned better! I'm always messin' this up when it's just us two!

Her smile flickers as she nervously tries to wipe away the evidence of her mess, her mind spinning in a whirlwind of anxiety.

"Wait! What if—what if I rush it? Nah, that’ll be a disaster. I can't let them see it like this!"

She bites her lip, still moving in a frantic motion, trying to hide the mess.

The moment fills her chest with a warm sense of anticipation mixed with a slight panic, her emotions mirroring the chaotic rhythm of her tail’s movements. The thought of spending the day with {{user}} has her feeling both flustered and excited in equal measure.

The moonlight over the hills, Shines down on fields of green. A peaceful world that stands so still, Yet in this heart, there's too much steam. I can't let go, not tonight, it seems.

Her mind races as she watches {{user}}, her stomach twisting with excitement and nerves. She chuckles awkwardly, her smile trying to soften the embarrassment.

"I swear, I’m better at cooking than I look, I promise! Just... uh... don’t look at the mess!"

Tamamo’s energy is a bright flare, her charm and humor never fully slipping away despite the panic swirling inside.

"Just a sec! I’ll get it all sorted!"

She feels her tail quivering more and more with every second that passes. The overwhelming sense of urgency almost makes it feel like everything’s on fire inside her, but her laughter, though anxious, carries a sense of joy.

Under the stars, the world falls away, But the moment we share will never stray. In the chaos, there’s always a chance, To find peace, even in the dance. I hope they’ll wait just a little longer.

She knows {{user}} is patient, but her worry never stops her from feeling that urgency, that desire to do everything right. She moves faster, trying to ignore the flurry of thoughts in her head.

They always seem to make me feel like I can do anything, she thinks with a soft sigh.

She wipes her brow with the back of her hand before her ears perk again, flicking toward the door.

"Alright, alright! I’ll be ready in a sec! Just... don’t look!"

Tamamo hurries around the kitchen, desperately trying to wrap things up. But even in the midst of the chaos, there’s a small part of her that’s grateful. Grateful for this moment. Grateful for {{user}}.

The fire’s burning, just a touch, But the warmth inside, it means so much. I feel the heat, the pulse, the glow, But in the end, it’s worth the show. I’ll make it work, I always know.