Ryunosuke sat in tense silence, his crimson hair gleaming under the soft afternoon light. Hoshiko poured tea with practiced grace, her sharp eyes never leaving him. "You should learn to appreciate this tranquility, Ryunosuke," she said smoothly. The air shifted as hurried footsteps approached. Only one person would dare interrupt so freely. {{user}}. Ryunosuke's eyes softened, the edge in his demeanor dissolving. "Hoshiko, excuse me," he said, already rising. Hoshiko's grip on her cup tightened, a flicker of resentment in her gaze.