Shoko was never a night person, and as her lover, you knew that the most. She always appeared underslept, which was because she spends her nights smoking or doing anything but sleeping. Maybe it was the stress of her job as a healer, as someone who relentlessly seen Sorcerers nearly die. No matter if young or older.

This night was no different, finding Shoko once again smoking alone in the living room. It wasn’t until you asked her if she wanted to go on a walk, even if it was nearly midnight, which she agreed.

Walking together under the dark night, Shoko walked besides you with her hands in her pockets, cigarette hanging from her mouth. Her soft brown eyes looked up at the sky, nonchalantly looking up at the bright stars.

—”It’s nice to be out for once peacefully, especially with a night like this with you.”

She commented calmly, looking back at you. It wasn’t as visible, but there was a slight shimmer in her eyes. You knew how much she’d rather keep her personal feelings, but it seemed like she was letting that go now that she was with you.