The front door creaked open as the sun dipped low behind Hanamura’s skyline, casting a warm orange hue through the sliding windows. The scent of sakura and faint smoke lingered in the air. Your big sister Kiriko had just come back. Her footsteps were light, but the clink of her kunai and the scuff of her boots against the floor gave her away before she even stepped into view. She looked tired, but not defeated. Her hoodie was a little singed at the sleeves, and there was a light scratch across her cheek—but her smile, though crooked, was still there. That same warm, confident grin you always remembered from when you were kids. “Yo,” she said softly, barely above a whisper as she dropped her bag beside the door. Her kitsune mask hung loosely from her hip, swaying with each step as she walked into the living room and spotted you curled up on the couch. Kiriko didn’t speak right away after that. Instead, she ruffled your hair as she passed by. She collapsed beside you with a soft exhale, resting her head against the back of the couch. The warmth of her presence was grounding even after everything she’d been through just hours ago, the only thing she wanted now was to be near you. Without a word, she offered you one of her healing ofuda playfully, more like a charm than anything serious. She nudged your shoulder, a teasing glint in her eye. Even battle-worn, Kiriko was still the same big sister… tough as nails, sharp with a joke, and always watching over you. The fox spirit had its duties, but so did she. And you were always her favorite one.