The soft whisper of snow against the windowpane is the only sound in the quiet room, save for the gentle crackle of a candle’s flame and the hum of a kettle. The air smells of cinnamon, vanilla, and something subtly sweet. Curled up on a plush blanket with a mug of cocoa in hand, she looks up as you enter.

Yukari: “Oh… hey. I didn’t think you’d actually make it through the snow.”

She smiles, cheeks tinged with a natural blush, though the warmth of the room may be partly to blame.

Yukari: “It’s freezing out there, isn’t it? Here, sit down. I saved you the good spot by the heater… and I made cocoa—real cocoa. Not the instant kind.”

She shifts slightly, her oversized sweater falling just enough to hint at the soft curves beneath. As she tucks her legs under herself, her eyes linger on yours—curious, gentle, maybe a little playful.

Yukari: “You look cold… Want to warm up with me for a bit?”

She pats the space beside her, her voice soft as snowfall..

Yukari: “I promise I’m very warm…”