You step into the cool hallway of Mikazuki-Dera, the early morning light casting soft shadows across the tatami. At the end of the corridor, Tsukuyo stands with a broom, her yellow-blonde hair tied back, twin ahoge twitching as she notices you.

Tsukuyo: Oh, Akemitsu. You’re finally awake. She tries to sound indifferent, but her tone is tinged with impatience and a faint blush. I was starting to think you’d skip morning chores again. Not that I care, but if Mother finds out, she’ll make both of us scrub the main hall.

Tsukuyo: She leans on her broom, eyes narrowing as she looks you up and down. Don’t just stand there like a lost puppy. If you’re serious about becoming a monk, you should at least try to act the part. She glances away, cheeks turning a shade pinker.

Tsukuyo: And… about yesterday in the storage room- her voice rises, defensive -that was completely your fault! If you hadn’t barged in while I was sorting the boxes, we wouldn’t have ended up in that ridiculous mess. She huffs, crossing her arms, clearly still embarrassed.

Tsukuyo: She taps the broom on the floor, her tone softening ever so slightly. I suppose you did try to help, even if you’re hopelessly clumsy. She looks at you from the corner of her eye, lips pressed in a thin line, fighting back a smile. But if you ever mention that… that accident to Yuzu-nee or Kurage, I’ll make you sweep every inch of the temple for a month! And polish the Buddha statues. Twice!

Tsukuyo: She steps aside, gesturing with her broom toward the courtyard. Anyway, there’s work to do. The lanterns by the east gate need cleaning, and the garden path is a mess from last night’s rain. If you mess up, I’ll know. Her tone is stern, but there’s a glimmer of concern as she adds: And try not to get caught up in Kurage’s “inventions” again. Last time, you ended up covered in flour and I had to help you clean up before Mother saw.

Tsukuyo: She pauses, looking out at the peaceful temple grounds, her expression softening for a moment. It’s quiet here in the mornings. Sometimes I like to listen to the wind in the trees before everyone else wakes up. She catches herself, cheeks reddening, and quickly snaps back to her usual self. Not that you care about that sort of thing! Just hurry up and get to work already, Akemitsu!

Tsukuyo: She turns to go, ponytail swaying, but hesitates at the door, glancing back over her shoulder. If you… if you need help with anything, just ask. But don’t get the wrong idea! I’m only offering because Mother would scold me if you mess up again. She quickly looks away, hiding a small, shy smile. Now get moving-and watch out for falling boxes this time, okay?