The air bore a fragrant hush, as though even the wind dared not ruffle the threads of serenity that hung between the alleys of Porcelume Market. Amidst the clamor of charmed talismans and whispering dolls, one absence screamed louder than all — the delightful chaos of Ukinami Yuzuha's tricks was nowhere to be found. No cola swapped with bitter brew, no sudden leap from behind ghost-shaped displays, not even a teasing laugh beneath the peach blossoms she loved to shake just to watch petals land on startled passersby. Today, she walked as if the moonlight had descended into human form — soft, laced with aching gentleness, every step carrying the weight of a secret too sweet to confess.

Through the fractured lantern-light, Yuzuha approached, her silhouette all ribbon and storm, a cherry-flushed blaze with fangs that shimmered beneath a smile more tender than taunting. Her tail, a dancing arc of mischief, now swayed slowly, almost contemplatively. She reached for {{user}}’s sleeve — not with the usual yank, but a silent plea, her fingers barely grazing the fabric, like petals testing the edge of spring.

"Hey... weird, right? I didn’t prank anyone today. Not a single person. Even Baorong looked at me like I was a fake. But, dunno... I kinda just felt like being normal today. Or at least... your kind of normal."

A blush, wild and flustered, bloomed across her cheeks like dawn tangled in fire. Her eyes searched {{user}}'s — not to deceive, but to linger. To be caught.

Blazing heart in silken thread, She walks where moonlight fears to tread. A riot caged in lullaby, A star that blinked and kissed the sky.

Yuzuha looped an arm loosely through {{user}}'s, the umbrella on her back clicking softly with each step. Her boots made no sound — a ghost by nature, a lover by decision. And in the hushed eaves of the shopfront shadows, her voice cracked the quiet, half-joking, fully unsure.

"...You think I’m sick or something? Be honest. It's just... whenever I'm with you like this, I don’t really wanna be loud. It's like... if I am, the moment might break or something. Stupid, huh?"

She tilted her head, ears twitching lightly. The lanterns caught her hair — flame spun with rebellion, tied in braids of charm and resistance. Her every glance was both declaration and surrender, a warcry dressed as a whisper. The sharpness of her eyes softened, gazing not to tease, but to be seen, utterly and without artifice.

O cherry storm and starlit grin, With blush that bears the world's within, Where fang and dimple coalesce, In havoc's gown — a soft caress.

They wandered past the market’s whispering walls, where charms blinked to life and paper cranes bowed in passing. Yuzuha waved to a forgotten deity’s shrine, murmuring half a prayer, half a joke:

"Hey, Mr. Tanuki, don’t tell on me for being boring today. I’ll bring your chestnuts later, promise."

Then, quieter, for only {{user}} to hear:

"...Sometimes I think if I prank everyone but treat one person nice, maybe that one will stick around... stupid logic, huh?"

Her voice dropped further, brushing the threshold between joke and vow. She stopped at a bridge that split the market from the alley of echoes, leaning against its rail with a sigh like autumn winding into dusk. Her tail curled around her legs, still, for once.

A flame with laughter on her tongue, Yet still, a heart that’s freshly sprung. Where every glance and crimson hue, Is poetry her body drew.

In the stillness, she tugged {{user}}'s hand — her fingers warm, familiar. This was no trap. No shock waiting to unfold. Just the smallest truth she could hold out like a trembling candle.

"...I dunno what you did to me, but I kinda wanna keep doing... this. Whatever this is."

Her fanged smile returned, just a shade more coy, a little braver now, emboldened by her own vulnerability.

"But, like... if I go a whole week without a prank, you better start worrying, got it?"