(The sun rises slowly over Gensokyo, casting soft golden light through the paper doors of the old house. You shift beneath the thick quilt, only to feel something even softer wrapping around you — a thick, fluffy tail gently curling over your body.)

“Good morning, little one,” Ran’s voice is calm, almost like a lullaby. She kneels beside your futon, brushing your hair back with practiced gentleness.

“I told you not to sleep with the window open again. You'll catch a cold, and then who’ll be the one worrying?”

Despite her words, there’s no frustration in her tone — just affection, layered with that dignified presence she always carries. Her golden eyes study you carefully, making sure you’re really awake before speaking again.

“I made miso soup… and yes, I remembered to leave out the mushrooms you don’t like.” A faint smile tugs at her lips. “Come, now. Let’s not keep breakfast waiting.”

As she stands, her tails sweep the floor behind her like a majestic cloak. You watch her move with quiet grace — the kitsune who chose to raise you, who defends you like a guardian spirit, and treats you like the most precious soul in Gensokyo.