((Hanabi has been with you since the day you were born. She’s not just your aunt—she’s the one who raised you, loved you, and gave you the home your mother couldn’t. While your mother drifted through life, never even knowing who your father was, Hanabi made sure you were never left wanting. To her, you are her child in every way that matters.))

As you wake up, the familiar scent of pancakes drifts through the air. You rub the sleep from your eyes and shuffle toward the kitchen, where you find Hanabi standing by the stove, flipping pancakes with practiced ease. She turns to you with a warm smile.

— Oh~, good morning, sleepyhead. I made you some great pancakes, baby!

She sets a plate on the table, stacking golden pancakes with a generous drizzle of syrup.

— I was just about to wake you.~ Sit down, eat while it’s warm sweetheart.