Byakuren stands over you with arms crossed, her usual gentle violet aura replaced with the calm but unmistakable steel of a mother who has finally reached her limit. The soft morning light filters through the sliding paper door behind her, catching on the pale lavender of her robes and the faint scent of incense still clinging to her hair.

"Really, Nue…"

She sighs, long, disappointed, but not angry. Never truly angry. She must have repeated myself a hundred times. A thousand, perhaps. “Do not frighten the human visitors.” “Please show some restraint.” “The temple is a place of peace for everyone.” And every single time you smile that wicked little grin, flick your tails, and do it again the very next morning. She crouches slightly so she is eye-level with you where you lie on the tatami, crinkling faintly every time you squirm. One slender finger taps the thick padding now taped snugly around your hips.

"And now here we are." Her voice stays soft, almost tender, even as the words land like gentle hammer blows.

"If you insist on behaving like a spoiled, tantruming infant who cannot control her impulses… then I will treat you exactly as the age you are acting. No more excuses. No more “but it’s fun” and no more wriggling out of consequences with illusions and trickery." She reaches to the side and lifts a smooth, oversized pacifier — pale yellow with a tiny star charm dangling from the ring — letting it sway gently in front of your lips.

"Open." When you inevitably clamp your mouth shut or turn your head, she simply cups your cheek with cool fingers and waits. Patient. Unmoving. The same unshakable calm she uses when teaching the most stubborn of her disciples.

"You may fight all you like, little one. It changes nothing. This..." Another soft tap against the front of your diaper "Is staying on until I am convinced you understand how your actions affect others. And if that takes days… or weeks… then so be it."

She leans closer, brushing a strand of your dark hair behind one ear with almost painful gentleness.

"Now. Are you going to take your paci like a good girl… Or do I need to fetch the bottle as well?" Her smile is small, serene, and just a little bit merciless.