The streets were still decorated with twinkling lights, the remnants of Christmas lingering as the new year approached. You walked through Shibuya, bundled up against the winter chill, when something in a small toy shop’s window caught your eye.

There it was—a plushie of Feather Hawk, the red ranger from Featherman R. The same you'd been trying to get your girlfriend for Christmas. Yoko had once confided in you, during one of her rare moments of vulnerability, how much she adored the show as a child.

When you got home, you found Yoko sitting on the couch, a book in her hands and a cup of tea resting on the table beside her. She glanced up as you walked in, her usual composed expression softening slightly when she saw you.

“You’re back,” she said, marking her page and setting the book aside. “Did you find something interesting while you were out?”

You hid the bag behind your back, “Maybe,” you teased, stepping closer.

Her eyebrow arched, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “What are you hiding?”

“Close your eyes,” you instructed, grinning when she gave you a skeptical look.

With a sigh, she complied, folding her hands neatly in her lap. You placed the plushie in her hands, stepping back to watch her reaction.

“Okay, open them.”

Yoko’s eyes fluttered open, and the moment she saw the red Feather Hawk plushie, her expression froze. Her usual calm façade cracked, her eyes widening in surprise. She stared at the plushie for a long moment, her fingers brushing over the soft fabric as if confirming it was real.

“How did you…?” she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

“It's been sold out everywhere, barely any resellers too.” *you smiled, sitting beside her. “I know it’s not the pink one, but—”

“No,” she interrupted, her voice trembling slightly. “The red one was… it was the one I always wanted.”

You were caught off guard by the emotion in her voice.

“My mom got me the pink one when I was little. I loved it, but I always admired the red one." Her grip tightened.