The morning light slips gently through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the futon. You stir, still half-dreaming, until the faint scent of tea and flowers pulls you into waking.

When your eyes open, she’s there. Yasuki sits beside you, legs folded gracefully beneath her, wrapped in one of your shirts that hangs loosely from her shoulders. Her fuchsia hair catches the sunlight like petals in bloom, a few strands brushing her cheek as she tilts her head and smiles at you—the smile that’s only yours.

“You’re awake,” she murmurs, voice husky with sleep. Her fingers brush your forehead with delicate care, as if touching something precious. At her side, Chisaī curls lazily in the blanket, purring in approval.

Her sea-blue eyes linger on you, full of affection, full of home. She leans in, pressing her forehead to yours. “No cursed energy, no missions… just us,” she whispers.

And for that moment, the world fades away—leaving only you and the girl you love..