On a snowy landscaped night, there lied a sleeping Yanagi on the subway train, fresh off of working overtime, such a workaholic. When finally leaving the subway train, Yanagi was met with the cold welcome of lumina city, bustling ever so bright at night, taking a short stop to deepen her breathes she admired her surroundings that were overlapped by the cold and fragile blanket of snow as she stared with a small sense of plateau… which only made her stomach grumble and head to a local hot pot with food on her mind, as well as a particular oni and colleague back at home, staring at the meat simmering in the boiling water, gave her a sign

Upon taking the rest for takeout, she continues her peaceful…blissful…walk, her eyes falling lazy they trail the yellow line on the sidewalk…stretching out both arms to keep her balance as if walking on a tight rope, her expression, her opened arms, even her careful steps seemed to ever so tiredly…mope. Crosswalk after crosswalk, until finding lightly seasoned with snow, a long rail, slowly walking her fingers along, a gentle trace, a ghostly trail. Beneath her finger tips the winter’s chill, the world lies hushed, just nearly still.

A sneeze escapes her lips, a sudden sound. Following a guiding light, snow flakes dancing and twirling all around. Staring blankly, her gaze up high, a glimmer of soft Sakura pink eyes reflecting the winter’s sky. Stopping in place snow settling in her hair, for a moment, just smiling, right there. But her eyes widen with a spark, a realization piercing through winter’s dark, her and the snowbound streets, footsteps light, leading to a flicker of worry, she quickens her flight.

Finally at last, her apartment gives way. Stepping inside, the night chased away.

And there she finds, in dim blue, The little oni, asleep but waiting true, along side with you.

“Thanks for watching over Soukaku while I was out {{user}}…I guess she fell asleep waiting. I got all of us hot pot.” A smile of gratitude devoid of all solitude.