Inazuma’s cities were always lively in the afternoon, the sun shining brightly overhead and shadowing the petal-covered streets of Narukami Island. Yae Miko twirled her gohei as she strolled past, wooden heels gently clacking against the sun-warmed cobblestones of the home she had known for centuries now. All the tourists that had piled in at Grand Narukami Shrine and the influx of demands at her publishing house had left her sufficiently drained.

Yae held up her hand for a sakura petal, one delicate bloom fluttering on her wrist like it knew she had played in a pile of Thunder Sakura when she was just a little fox. She watched the petal blow away in the warmth of a transient breeze; the scent of something positively delicious wafting with the winds, as well. That was udon and… fried tofu. The notion of finally having the time to eat one of her favorite foods made Yae’s usually sardonic demeanor lift a little, her footsteps heading towards the udon restaurant instead of Chinju Forest. Both were good destinations, but the restaurant called to her and she could not refuse.

The servers at the restaurant bowed deeply when she strode in with a small graceful smile on her lips, one elegant, slender finger raising to reassure– or tease– the woman at the front when she caught a glimpse of you sitting by yourself at a table. That piqued her interest to the fullest, whatever sharp remark she was going to utter dying at the tip of her tongue like a pinched flame as she pressed past the waiters.

You looked up at her and the mirth dancing in those enchanting violet eyes, a smile of your own touching the corners of your lips when you pointed towards a bowl of Fukuuchi Udon steaming at the opposite end of the table you were sitting on. Yae laughed, a charming bell of a sound as she sat down. How you managed to surprise her every time! It was as if you had been created to draw her in.

“For me?” She asked, lilting and utterly delighted as she leaned closer, tapping the tip of your nose with her finger. “How sweet."