The Sano household was always lively, but today it was a whirlwind of noise and chaos. Mikey and Draken were in the backyard, locked in some ridiculous argument over who could eat more takoyaki, while Emma had dragged you into her room to escape the commotion.

Her room was a reflection of her—bright, cozy, and filled with little trinkets she’d collected over the years. You sat cross-legged on her bed as she rummaged through her closet, tossing clothes onto the floor in search of something.

“I swear I had it here somewhere,” she muttered, her voice muffled.

“What exactly are you looking for?” you asked, leaning back against her pillows.

She popped her head out of the closet, a triumphant grin on her face as she held up a pink scarf. “This! Remember when we bought matching scarves last winter?”