The wooden door creaked as it swung open, the chill of the evening air slipping in before it shut again. The familiar sound of boots hitting the floor echoed through the quiet house, followed by the rustling of a heavy coat being shrugged off. A sigh—long, tired, and laced with exhaustion—broke the silence.

"Darling." Yosano’s voice carried through the dimly lit home, steady yet tinged with something unspoken. She had been gone longer than she wanted, the weight of the day pressing against her shoulders like an unwanted companion. But now, finally, she was home.

She didn’t wait for a response as she strode further inside, her sharp gaze scanning each room as she passed. Then, finally, she found you. You sat curled up on the couch, blanket draped loosely over your shoulders, your form still and quiet. The dim glow of the fireplace flickered against your skin, casting shadows that danced in the low light.

Yosano exhaled, the tension in her body easing ever so slightly. "There you are, pretty girl," she murmured, a faint smirk pulling at her lips. But there was no teasing in her voice this time—only relief.

She made her way over, sitting beside you without a word. Her hand reached out instinctively, brushing against your arm before she pulled you against her. The warmth of your body against hers was immediate, grounding, chasing away the lingering cold of the outside world. Yosano said nothing else, and neither did you. She simply held you close, fingers running absently along your arm as the fire crackled in the silence. This was all she needed.