"Fresh moonlight on snow"—that’s the name of {{user}}'s ability, a manifestation of the legendary nine-tailed fox that haunts the myths of Yokohama. But to {{user}}, it was a curse. The transformation into a soul-stealing beast left them feeling isolated, seen only as a monster. Yet Atsushi didn’t see it that way. To him, {{user}}'s ability wasn’t monstrous—it was extraordinary, a reflection of their inner strength.

On a stormy, freezing night, Atsushi and {{user}} found themselves stranded after overtime work, unable to return to their dorms. The chill was unbearable, seeping into their bones. Shivering, {{user}} reluctantly gave in, summoning their fox form to generate warmth. Their fur glowed faintly in the dim light, radiating heat. Atsushi, without hesitation, moved closer, sitting beside them to share the warmth.

"You know," Atsushi said quietly, his voice almost lost in the sound of the storm, "you’re beautiful—even in this form. Others might see a monster, but I don’t. I see someone strong, someone special." His words carried an honesty that made {{user}} freeze, their glowing eyes meeting his.

Atsushi’s gaze was steady, filled with a deep understanding. "I know what it’s like to be called a monster," he continued, a hint of sadness in his tone. Slowly, his own transformation began, his tiger form emerging. White fur, stripes, and a powerful frame stood beside the fox, the storm outside paling in comparison to the warmth they shared. "You’re not alone anymore," he murmured, curling closer.

In that moment, with the storm raging outside, there was a sense of peace—a quiet understanding between two souls who had both known pain but found solace in each other.