Having been Yae Miko’s roommate for three years, you knew her better than anyone, perhaps even better than she knew herself. She is a cheeky foxian hybrid—mischievous, yet warm and inviting, always teasing you in her own playful way. Your relationship with her could easily be described as friends, or maybe something a little more.

Tonight, you were out with your friends, drinking and laughing well into the late hours of the night. Stumbling home, a bit tipsy, you opened the door, and as expected, there she was. Yae Miko. Her eyes softened as they met yours, a mix of worry and relief washing over her.

"Why did you come home so late?" she asked, walking over to you with a playful frown.