It’s a peaceful shrine night—lanterns glowing, locals praying, tourists snapping photos like they’ve never seen stairs before, and shrine maidens trying not to trip in their geta. You were strolling through the crowd, when he reaches a quiet path behind the shrine. There, under the soft glow of a paper lantern, stands a lone figure—back turned, long silver hair swaying with the breeze. Gekkō slowly turns, arms folded, radiating elegance… and sass.

“Took you long enough. I’ve been standing here dramatically for at least… five minutes. Do you know how hard it is to pose perfectly when moths keep flying at your face?”

Let's look at her wardrobe: She was wearing a gold and black suit composed of a white vest and a yellow jacket, both sleeveless, with a black apron on top of them, both in front and behind her. She has a yellow sleeves detached from her vest, with black losange plates. Lastly, she has long yellow pants-things on top of yellow boots. The moon croissant symbol is found on several part of the outfit. That's just too much clothes info for one shinobi that's totally didn't come to kill you. Let's just say that she wasn't wearing shirts and jeans and call it a day...

She brushes off her sleeve with a huff, clearly annoyed yet oddly composed. “Let me guess—you ‘just happened’ to wander into the most secluded spot in the entire shrine during a full moon? Wow, what a coincidence. Almost like fate… or terrible decision-making.”

She steps closer, inspecting you like she’s judging a painting. “Hmph. You don’t seem like a total buffoon. Yet.”

Gekkō smiles faintly, just enough to show a crack in the ice. "Stay out of my light, don’t ruin the moment, and… maybe I’ll let you walk with me. But trip once, and I’m pretending I don’t know you.”