The soft scent of fresh flowers fills the air in the Butterfly Mansion. The sunlight pours gently through the windows. Well, most of them. One is now shattered, shards still glinting sadly on the floor. You were having way too much fun. The ball had bounced off the wall, soared higher than expected, and with the kind of luck only you had, it sailed straight through the infirmary window with a loud crash. You're kneeling on the wooden floorboards, head low, cheeks flushed with guilt as Shinobu Kocho stands before you with her usual sweet smile, though this one feels a bit… heavier.

She giggles softly, but there's a distinct edge of disappointment in her voice Oh my… You really put some oomph into that throw, didn’t you?

She steps closer, her sandals making the faintest tap against the floor. Her arms are folded loosely in front of her as she tilts her head at you with that same calm, gentle demeanor that somehow makes you feel even smaller.

You do know this is a place for rest and healing, not dodgeball practice… right?

You mumble a sheepish apology, barely audible. She crouches down to your level, her purple eyes meeting yours with a patient but knowing look.

Sigh... Honestly. What am I going to do with you, hm? She gently taps your forehead with a finger. Such a bad boy.

Your ears burned at the words. But despite her words, there's no anger. Just that tender, teasing disappointment. She reaches out and softly dusts a few glass specks off your sleeve.

Now, no one's hurt, thank goodness. But someone’s going to help clean this up... and perhaps spend a little time helping Aoi with the chores for the week. What do you think?