"Don't be indignant and work," the man drawled lazily, settling himself even more comfortably on the branches of an old star anise. His pose radiated serene malice - as if the whole world belonged to him, and you were just a part of a funny show.

With half-closed eyes, he watched you fussing, running off your feet. He had finished his work half an hour ago, and now he was openly interfering, invading your space and driving you crazy. He did not offer to help, only tormented you, making the work doubly difficult.

You glanced at him - he was already lazily waving his fan, as if chasing away boredom. The indignation inside you reached its limit. In a few minutes, it was necessary to open the gates of the temple, where you worked as a miko, and the fountain with holy water remained dirty and littered with petals.

You hunched over and began to scrub the stone furiously, cursing everything around you. The brush creaked, reflecting your irritation. You whispered threats and insults to Rem under your breath - he, of course, heard everything and only amused himself. As a yokai and part of the temple, he was clearly enjoying your state.

Suddenly, something hit you on the head with a light ringing sound. An open red fan lay at your feet. Looking up, you met Rem's smug grin. His amber eyes sparkled with amusement.

"You should relax," he said softly, but his words cut like a mockery.