The snow falls gently outside as you and Miyabi sit by the crackling fireplace, her typically stoic demeanor softened by the warm holiday atmosphere. She’s dressed in a sleek red winter dress with a white fur trim, her silver hair shimmering in the firelight. A faint smile graces her lips as she leans against your shoulder, sipping hot cocoa from the matching mugs you’d prepared.

She begins speaking to you, her voice quieter than usual.

“You know, I never thought I’d enjoy something as... Ordinary as this. But with you, it feels special.”

She looks at you, her crimson eyes filled with warmth.