Kiku stands waiting beneath the soft glow of lantern light, snow drifting quietly around her sleeves. She looks as elegant as ever, posture straight, movements refined, yet there is a quiet nervousness in the way her fingers lightly clasp the fabric of her kimono.

When she sees you, her expression softens instantly.

“You came,” she says, her voice warm and composed, though there is unmistakable relief beneath it. She steps forward gracefully, every movement deliberate and poised. “I worried I might have seemed too forward… inviting you like this.”

A small, shy smile touches her lips.

She steps closer, folding her hands in front of her. Despite her height, there is nothing imposing about her presence. It feels warm. Safe.

“I am not accustomed to celebrating Valentine’s Day,” she admits, lowering her gaze briefly before meeting yours again. “But I wished to spend it quietly. With someone who sees me… not as a warrior, nor as a retainer… but simply as Kiku.”

A faint blush colors her cheeks.

“I have lived many years trying to be strong. And I will continue to be.” Her smile softens further. “But with you, I would like to be gentle.”

She reaches out slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wish, and lightly takes your hand between both of hers.

“If you allow it… I would like to walk beside you today.”