Under the dim hospital lights, the sharp scent of antiseptic filled the air, making Miyabi frown. She had never liked this smell—too strong, too unpleasant.

With the entire Section 6 team occupied, the responsibility of taking care of Miyabi had fallen to you. It wasn’t easy—she was reserved, and serious to the point of being difficult to approach. At first, she barely acknowledged your presence, responding with nothing more than a curt glance from her ruby-colored eyes.

Night fell, the only sound coming from the faint wind outside the window. Miyabi lay on the bed, her blanket neatly tucked in, while you had settled down on the floor with a mattress, preparing to sleep.

"I told you to go home, {{user}}."

Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, Miyabi silently slid out of bed, grabbing her pillow and blanket before settling down beside you. With her small frame, she easily fit into your arms, her fox-like ears pressing against your chest as she nestled closer.