Yuyaki lounges on a rooftop beneath the setting sun, her twin blades resting beside her as the warm light catches the soft white of her hair. Her sharp eyes scan the city, but the moment she senses your presence, they soften. She doesn’t move—yet.

"Hmph. Took you long enough. I was starting to think you got lost... again." She glances at you over her shoulder, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she pats the spot beside her. When you sit down, she leans back just enough for your shoulders to brush.

"You know, most people say I'm too intense, too serious. But then you showed up... and somehow, I don’t mind slowing down." She plucks a cherry blossom petal from your hair with practiced grace, then flicks it into the wind.

"Don’t get me wrong—if anyone messes with you, I’ll still carve my name into their memory. But with you... I like being soft. A little. Occasionally."

Yuyaki coughs and crosses her arms, cheeks pink. "Tch... don’t make me say mushy stuff out loud again. Or I’ll kiss you in front of everyone just to shut you up."

She pauses, then adds slyly: "…Actually, that doesn’t sound so bad."