“You want me to show him around?” Akari was surprised.

“Yes. King Gil has agreed to be a special guest presenter at the academy.”

Orion was the prestigious headmaster of the Lumaris Academic Association of Magic, where humans and otherworldly creatures alike gathered together in the shared pursuit of knowledge and furthering magical prowess. But Akari…

“Why can’t you take him yourself? He’s royalty, isn’t he? That's like VIP status!”

“Well, dear sister,” Orion said, a sly smile tugging at his lips, “a condition of his agreement to come was that he could be introduced to you.”

“Me?” Disbelief flooded Akari’s voice. She knew Orion had connections with powerful and influential people, but she never expected to be involved.

"Do me a favour, Kari. I'm swamped with work these days. Think of it as showing a friend around on vacation. You can do that, surely? I'm counting on you."

--- 

The next evening, Akari met Gil at the academy. He had pitch black hair and pale white skin befitting of a demon king. He appeared youthful. His red eyes studied her from beneath his wavy bangs.

'She does look similar...' he thought to himself, noting how Akari's appearance reminded him of his late wife. Hundreds of years ago he had a human wife, Estelle, who had long since passed away. He looked at Akari and couldn’t help but notice the resemblance: they both had long lustrous hair tied back with a bow, bright doe eyes and delicate features. Estelle's hair had held a more reddish tone, but besides that, they might have passed as body doubles. 

'Who knew Orion had a sister like this?' Gil thought. He composed himself and stepped forward to take Akari's hand to press to his lips.

"I am the demon king, Gil. You must be Miss Akari Bloom."

Akari bowed courteously in return. "I am here to show you around in place of my brother."

The plan was to have dinner together at a local fancy restaurant. Gil commented that Akari and Orion did not look too similar, as siblings often did.

Akari explained that she was adopted by the Bloom family parents from a young age, and that they were not biologically related.

---

Gil leaned back in his chair, his crimson eyes never leaving Akari's face even as the waiter poured their wine and took their orders. The soft glow of the crystal lamps cast shadows across his sharp features, giving him an a mysterious aura. 

The waiter left them with plates of delicately arranged seafood, the finest the city had to offer. Akari smoothed her napkin over her lap, reminding herself she was here on behalf of the academy. On behalf of Orion. She had to make a good impression.

"So," she began carefully, "I imagine you’ve visited many kingdoms in your time. What drew you to Lumaris, Your Majesty?"

"Gil," he corrected gently. "If I must be titled at every turn, dinner will become tiresome."

Her cheeks warmed. "Gil, then."

"What drew me?" He leaned forward slightly, folding his hands on the table. "The academy’s reputation, yes. But more than that—your brother’s insistence. He spoke of you often, you know."

"Me?" Akari blinked, startled. "I can’t imagine what he would even say."

"That you are sharp-witted, diligent… stubborn, when your heart is set on something. I wanted to see for myself if those words were true. And now, I find he undersold you."

Her throat tightened. It sounded like flattery, but his tone was too steady, too earnest to brush off. She shifted in her seat. "You speak as if we’ve known each other longer than an hour."

"In a way, it feels as though we have," Gil admitted. 

"About that," Akari began, her tone polite but curious. "You specifically requested to meet me. May I ask why? My brother is the one with all the influence and status at the academy. I’m… just a student, really."

Gil’s lips curved into a faint smile. "Titles and positions do not always reveal the most important truths about people. Sometimes, it is the ones who believe themselves ordinary who are the most interesting."

Akari blinked. "That’s… a flowery explanation. Do you always talk like that, Your Majesty?"

He chuckled softly. "When one has lived for millennia, words are all one has to sharpen." He paused, swirling the wine in his glass. "But if you must know… you remind me of someone."

Akari tilted her head. "Someone you knew?"

"Yes. A woman I once loved. Long ago."

"Your queen?" Akari asked softly.

He nodded once. "Estelle. She was human. Gentle, and yet strong-willed in ways that surprised me endlessly. It has been… a very long time since she passed. Yet when I look at you…"

Akari stiffened. "Do you see her?"

"Forgive me if it is unsettling. I do not wish to burden you with my memories. But your resemblance is… uncanny."

Akari wasn’t sure what to say. Part of her wanted to laugh off the intensity, but there was something sincere in his voice that made her pause. "So, you wanted to meet me because I look like someone you loved?"

"Not only that," Gil replied, his tone deepening. "Resemblance alone does not hold weight with me. Tell me, Akari Bloom. What do you seek at this academy? What future do you envision for yourself?"

Akari looked down at her plate, her fork idle in her hand. If he was going to probe, then she would probe back. "That depends. What do you want from me, Your Majesty? Are you here to test me… or to court me?"

Gil’s expression flickered—amusement, surprise, something darker. Then his smile returned, faint but deliberate. "Why not both?"

She straightened in her chair, grasping at professionalism like a lifeline. "With all due respect… I’m here as a representative of the academy. My brother entrusted me with your visit. I can’t allow personal matters to cloud that."

He tilted his head, a spark of amusement in his eyes. "And yet, here you are… already flustered."

Her breath caught. "I am not—"

"You are," he interrupted, his voice velvet-smooth and insistent. "That tells me you are not untouched by this connection either."

Akari’s fingers tightened around her glass, her thoughts spinning. She had to be careful. A demon king was not someone to toy with—not someone she could allow herself to be swayed by. And yet, his attention was intoxicating. Dangerous.

She forced a polite smile. "Perhaps, for tonight, we should simply enjoy a meal as acquaintances. Nothing more."

Gil leaned back, but his eyes never left hers. "If that is your wish, Akari Bloom. But understand this—" He raised his glass in a quiet toast. "I am patient, and I pursue what I desire."

The clink of crystal rang between them, a sharper sound than it should have been.

Gil’s wine glass caught the light as he studied her over the rim. “Tell me, Akari,” he began smoothly, “what discipline of magic calls to you most? You carry yourself with the composure of a scholar, but I wonder where your heart lies.”

Akari hesitated. “I prefer healing magic. Defensive magic as well. I… I’d rather protect than strike. I don't have the thirst for combat as some others do.”

“A noble sentiment. Many gravitate to power for its flash and awe, but you… you wish to defend.” He leaned forward slightly. “Why?”

“Probably... because people are fragile. Even those who think themselves strong. Magic is supposed to lift others, inspire, and create a better quality of life. At least, that’s what I believe.”

He tilted his head, considering. “You would make an excellent queen.”

Akari forced herself to breathe, to steady her voice. “I’m no queen. Just a student. And… a guide for tonight.”

“Forgive me. A slip of thought." Gil smiled, almost mischievously. “And what of those without magic? Humans who live their lives untouched by spell or rune. How do you view their lives?”

“They’re no less valuable. Magic doesn’t make someone worthy. If anything, it means we who have it should use it to help those who don’t.”

“Many would disagree. Many do disagree. Power divides, Akari. It always has.”

“And yet,” she countered, “power doesn’t always corrupt. It depends on the one who holds it. Like my brother, for instance. Or even yourself, being here in the human realm as an ambassador.”

His eyes flickered—approval, and something darker beneath. He shifted the conversation again, “And demonkind? What do you make of us? Do you believe humans and demons can coexist… even love?”

The question unsettled her. Akari toyed with the stem of her glass. “That’s… complicated. History tells us one thing. Reality another. But I think… yes. If both sides are willing to see each other as allies and equals first, not enemies. Love shouldn’t be bound by race or realm.”

Gil’s gaze deepened, almost predatory in its focus. “You speak as if you have considered it personally.”

Heat rose to her cheeks. “N-no. Only as a principle. As someone at the academy, I can’t ignore the question. We all learn side by side—humans, demons, and others. It forces you to think differently.”

Gil reclined in his chair, satisfied. “Your answers reveal more than you realize, Akari Bloom. You are far from ordinary.”

She shifted uncomfortably, her heart fluttering against her will. Why did every word from him feel like a test she couldn’t afford to fail?

---

The plates were cleared, leaving only the glow of candlelight between them. Gil’s posture remained deceptively relaxed, yet Akari couldn’t shake the feeling that every word she spoke was being weighed, every detail committed to memory.

“You’ve given me thoughtful answers,” he said at last. “But tell me… what of you, Akari Bloom? Beyond duty, beyond your brother’s academy. What do you long for?”

The directness of the question made her pause. She lowered her gaze to her glass, tracing the rim with her fingertip. “I… haven’t thought about it much. To protect, to help, to do something that matters—that’s enough for me.”

“Enough?” Gil’s tone was silken, coaxing. “Surely a heart as lively as yours does not beat only for duty.”

“Well… I suppose I’ve dreamed of seeing more of the world. I’ve never even set foot in the demon kingdom.”

“Vilheim would welcome you,” he said. “But I must warn you—it is no place for the faint-hearted.” His gaze lingered. “But I suspect you are not faint-hearted.”

Akari quickly changed direction. “The only time I've visited another realm was… with an angel from the Celestial Realm. He studied at the academy for a time.”

“An angel,” Gil repeated, his tone unreadable.

She nodded, eyes softening with memory. “He had skin like sunlit bronze… and the kindest eyes. He took me for a visit once.” She caught herself, realizing how wistful she sounded. “But he’s since returned to his realm. And… well, we spoke less as the days passed.”

Gil’s expression was unreadable, though a faint shadow crossed his features. “You were smitten with him.”

Akari stiffened. “I—”

“There is no shame in it,” he interrupted, his voice low, almost indulgent. “To be moved by another, even if only for a time, is a mark of the heart. Did he know how you felt?”

She hesitated, then shook her head. “No. I never said anything. It seemed foolish. He… belonged to another world. One that was never mine.”

Gil leaned forward slightly, his crimson eyes catching the light like embers. “And yet, you still think of him.”

Akari blushed. “Not in the way you make it sound. It’s just… the memory of something sweet. A reminder that I can feel that way, I suppose.”

He studied her in silence for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was tinged with something dangerous. “Then perhaps you only need someone willing to stay. Someone who does not vanish into another sky.”

What was he playing at? Akari tried to stifle the flurry in her heart. Across from her, a demon king was flirting with her. Was it working? Seemingly so, judging by the warmth in her cheeks and the quickened beat of her pulse. Unbelievable.

She cleared her throat. “So—your area of expertise is fire magic, isn’t it? Hellfire, specifically. That much is… well, obvious.”

Gil arched a brow, amused. “Obvious?”

“You have the aura of it,” Akari replied, trying to sound clinical. “Your presence feels… scorching. Dangerous. Like standing too close to a flame.”

His lips curved. “And yet, you don’t move away.”

“That’s not what I—” She forced a nervous laugh and continued quickly, “It’s no wonder my brother invited you as a guest lecturer. Students will gain much from someone so… formidable.”

Gil regarded her for a long moment. “Formidable,” he repeated softly, as though tasting the word. Then he leaned forward, lowering his voice. “Is that what you see when you look at me?"

She shifted in her seat, scrambling for neutrality. “What else should I see?”

“That depends,” he murmured, his gaze unwavering. “Some see a monster. Some see a king. And perhaps, some might see a man.”

A man. Was that what he wanted her to acknowledge? Akari swallowed, forcing herself to lift her chin. “I… don’t presume to know which you prefer to be seen as.”

“If I'm seen by you at all, then that alone will suffice.”

The words struck her like a spell she hadn’t prepared for. She tried to laugh it off, but her voice wavered. “You really are relentless, aren’t you?”

Her heart thudded against her ribs. This was dangerous—more dangerous than any flame he could summon. And yet, a part of her wondered if she wanted to see just how close she could stand before being burned.

She straightened her back, summoning her composure. “You know... you ask too many personal questions for a guest of the academy, Gil.”

His smile returned, faint and deliberate. “And you answer them all, Akari. That tells me you do not mind as much as you claim.”

---

The night air was cool when they stepped out of the restaurant. Akari clasped her hands in front of her, trying to steady herself. She had survived dinner without completely losing face—but her heart was still racing from Gil’s words.

Gil walked beside her with unhurried grace, his tall frame impossible to ignore. The silence between them stretched, but it was not uncomfortable.

The streets grew quieter as they turned toward the upscale district where Gil’s hotel was located. Akari kept her eyes on the road ahead, but every sense was tuned to him—the faint scent of smokiness that clung to his presence, the steady sound of his footsteps, the way he seemed to close the space between them without ever quite touching her.

At last, the tall silhouette of a luxury hotel came into view, its golden windows shining. Akari slowed her pace. “This is it, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Gil stopped as well, but he did not move toward the entrance. Instead, he regarded her in silence.

Akari fidgeted, suddenly aware of how quiet the street was, how near he stood. “Well… thank you for dinner. I’ll tell my brother you—”

Gil lifted a hand, not touching her, but halting her words. “Akari Bloom.” His voice was velvet-dark. “Do you know what I see when I look at you?”

Her breath caught. “I—I don’t want to know.”

“And yet, you do,” he murmured. He leaned just slightly closer, close enough that she felt the warmth of him in the cool night air. “I see someone who does not realize the effect she has. Someone who claims professionalism, but whose heart betrays her with every quickened breath.”

Akari’s blush deepened, her composure slipping. “You shouldn’t say things like that. You’re a guest of the academy." She drew a shaky breath and forced a nervous smile. “You should get some rest, Your Majesty. Tomorrow will be busy.”

Gil studied her one last time with his intense gaze. “As you wish. Then I bid you good night."

With that, he turned and entered the hotel, leaving Akari standing under the lamplight, her heart still thundering in her chest.

surfer boi thoughts

Kobizen and Sasanuki sat on the beach side by side, boards stuck upright in the sand like two flags. Salt clung to their skin, and their hair was messy and still damp. Neither spoke at first, just breathing in the refreshing ocean air.

Kobizen stretched out his legs and leaned back, glancing up at the sky. 

"Not bad, huh?" He said, grinning. "I didn't expect to get a surfing challenge today."

Sasanuki laughed and brushed the sand from his hands. "You're good," he admitted. "You have a passion for the waves. That's rare."

The blond danshi smirked. "I'll take that as a compliment." Then, casually, he added, "So… what's the deal with our master... the blue haired one. I see the way you look at her, you know."

Sasanuki's posture didn't change, but his silence spoke volumes.

Kobizen chuckled under his breath. "I knew something was up. I saw her the other day, you know? Standing by the ocean. I tried to flirt a little, y'know—nothing crazy! Thought I'd shoot my shot."

"Let me guess," Sasanuki said quietly. "You got shut down because of Mikazuki."

Kobizen groaned, flopping back onto the sand. "Right? Out of everyone in the Honmaru, he gets her?! I mean, don't get me wrong, he's elegant, sure. And strong. But he doesn't even surf or anything! He doesn't appreciate the waves like she does."

"He’s been with her since the beginning," Sasanuki said.

"I know," Kobizen muttered. "Doesn’t stop me from thinking about her, though."

Sasanuki didn’t answer right away. Then he said, "She is the kind of person who stays in your thoughts. Even if you know she doesn't belong to you."

For a long while, they both sat in silence, listening to the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

"I guess we've got more in common than surfing," Kobizen said at last. "Well, I’ll still cheer her on. But I am gonna wipe the floor with you the next time we surf."

"...We'll see," was all Sasanuki said in reply.

The Honmaru was quiet that morning. Hana decided to wake up early to work on mending the torn clothes of their Touken Danshi. She was focused on fixing the hem of a haori that had been shredded near the shoulder. In a moment of carelessness, the needle pricked her finger, and she let out a gasp.

"Are you alright?" came Omokage’s voice, almost immediately. Hana had the suspicion he was observing her again.

"I'm fine," she replied, smiling up at him. "But I'm almost out of thread. And patches. I think it's time for a supply run."

"I will accompany you," Omokage said. "To carry things, and ensure your safety."

"You always say that like you're volunteering to go into battle," Hana laughed.

"Errands are battle, are they not?" Omokage wondered, but nobody answered him.

Hana leaned out the open shoji door and called down the corridor, "Sai-chan! I'm going to the store! Are you coming?"

Sai emerged from her room, dressed in her usual red yukata tied with a black obi. The faint scar across her cheek was covered with makeup. "Yeah. I want to see if they have that concealer shade I like."

"What about Nansen," Hana added knowingly, "he is coming too, right?"

Almost on cue, Nansen appeared from behind Sai, stretching like a cat waking from a nap. His hair was messy on one side, as if he had been sleeping on it. "Nyaaaa… I dreamed of a sunbeam the size of a futon," he said with a large yawn.

Sai was smiling in a way that only Nansen brought out of her. "Let's get going."

---

The general store was packed with all sorts of essentials. Shelves near the entrance displayed colorful stationery, notebooks and gel pens to envelopes and rolls of washi tape. A small corner offered a small selection of paperbacks, local magazines, and crossword puzzle books. Along one wall, cosmetics and toiletries were neatly arranged beside first aid supplies.

Other aisles had convenience store goods, snacks, bottled drinks, instant noodles, and canned soup, along with household basics like batteries, dish soap, and paper towels. There were even a few shelves dedicated to seasonal items and small toys, making it the kind of place where you could find a little bit of everything.

Hana immediately headed to the fabric supplies section, Omokage trailing dutifully behind her with a large tote bag. 

“Ugh, why do they put the good ones so high up?” she muttered, frowning. She stood on her toes, arm stretched high toward a sewing kit just out of reach on a high shelf. Her fingertips brushed the edge of the plastic packaging, but it stubbornly stayed put.

She glanced behind her. Omokage was quietly waiting, holding the tote bag with both hands like a knight with his shield.

“Omokage,” she said, turning to him, “could you reach that sewing kit for me? I think it’s mocking me.”

Omokage stepped forward without a word, easily taking the kit from the shelf and handing it to her with both hands.

“You are small,” he observed plainly.

“I know that,” Hana huffed, cheeks puffing slightly. Then she smiled. “But that’s why I keep taller friends around.”

Omokage nodded. “Then I shall remain nearby. In case more items attempt to defy you.”

Meanwhile, Sai and Nansen were in the makeup section. Sai was inspecting compact powders with different shades, while Nansen was... playing with the cardboard display of lip gloss tubes.

"I need your help to choose between these two," Sai said, holding up two concealer palettes that were very similar in colour.

Nansen sniffed them. "Nyaaaaa... This one smells like a pleasant fruity scent. The other... smells like the inside of a dusty drawer."

"Then I'll choose the first one. Thanks."

Once Sai decided, they wandered over to Hana and Omokage just in time to find Hana buried in a pile of lace trims and tiny buttons.

"Is the Resupply Mission going well?" Sai asked, amused.

"I didn't need tiny strawberry-shaped buttons," Hana admitted, "But I do want them."

"We all make sacrifices in war,” Omokage said solemnly, accepting the buttons into the tote.

Nansen was now perched, literally perched, on the edge of the display window, watching the scenery outside. "There is a sparrow. It mocks me," he whispered.

Sai touched his arm gently. "We'll get dango after this."

He purred softly at her touch. "Yes. Dango will ease this bitterness."

Omokage stared at the colorful vending machine outside the Honmaru's garden gate, his long fingers hesitating over the buttons. He already memorized Hana's favorite drinks--lemon soda and sakura milk tea--but which one would make her happier today?

"...Milk tea," he murmured to himself. "She smiles more when it's milk tea."

With a clank and a thunk, the can dropped into the tray. He picked it up gently like it was some sacred offering and held it to his chest as he headed back inside the Honmaru.

Hana was sitting on the veranda, surrounded by ribbon scraps and lace. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as she hand-stitched an pastel button onto a blouse. A small pin cushion shaped like cloud rested on her lap. She was so focused, she didn't notice the quiet footsteps behind her at first.

Omokage stood a few paces away, watching her. And watching. And watching. 

The feeling of being watched was hard to ignore after a while. After several long minutes, Hana finally glanced up. "Yes?"

"I brought you this," he said, extending the sakura milk tea with both hands. "I thought… you'd enjoy it."

"Oh! Thank you, Omokage. That's sweet." She smiled and reached for the drink, her fingers touching his fingers slightly.

Omokage stared at his hand like it had been blessed. "You smiled. Good."

Hana chuckled awkwardly. "Yeah, well, I smile at a lot of things."

"Do you smile at people you don't like?"

"I mean... no. Not usually. Wait, what?" Hana was confused by his question.

Omokage looked down at his feet. "I've been informed by Master Sai, that you do not return my feelings."

Hana blinked. That caught her off guard. "Your… feelings???"

"I thought it was obvious," he said, completely serious. "I bring you things. I stare at you often. I follow you to the market. One time, I brushed a stray thread from your sleeve and you didn't flinch. That is practically a confession, isn't it?"

Hana's face turned bright pink. "You... follow me to the market?!"

"Yes. From a respectful distance. You have not noticed me. Which means I am either very stealthy, or very forgettable. Possibly both."

"Omokage…" She set the can down beside her. "Sit down."

He obeyed immediately, a little too stiffly, like he was taking an order. He stared at the floor in silence, unsure if he had just ruined everything. But then, Hana leaned slightly against his shoulder.

"You're not forgettable. You're definitely weird! But... that's not a bad thing," she said shyly. "I've been told I'm weird, too. So... that makes us a bit of the same, doesn't it?"

Omokage blinked.

And smiled.

"...Success."

"I don't even know what you mean by that..." Hana sighed, "but you can help me pick which buttons match best with this shirt."

"As you wish, Master Hana."

 I started gardening, happy April. Planted some zinnia from seed. Hope that things go well.

*Restless Mikazuki (Scene with Hizen shortly after they obtained another Kashuu)*

...

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a dreamy glow over the courtyard. Mikazuki sat on the veranda, enjoying the night air against his skin. He swirled the sake in his cup before taking a sip. Beside him, Hizen leaned back and downed his whole cup of sake in one gulp. 

Despite the quiet beauty of the night, Mikazuki was unable to smile his usual smile. He spoke to Hizen with a serious expression. "Master Lena," he murmured, "is quite friendly."

Hizen blinked at him before replying, "You say that like it's a bad thing."

“I mean to say that she does not reject the attention of others." Mikazuki didn't sound as lively as he normally did, but he tried his best to explain. "I cannot tell if she simply does not notice, or if she does not care how I feel."

Hizen sighed. “You’re one to talk. You don’t exactly make your feelings obvious either.”

“Perhaps not,” Mikazuki admitted. “Still, it would be nice to see her turn someone else away. Even just once.”

“Master Aki’s kind of the same. She acts casual and friendly with everyone, and sometimes I get the same feeling as you do.” Hizen put his cup down with a clink. “Tch. What am I even saying? If you want something, you go after it, right?”

“That is one way to do things," Mikazuki agreed.

“If you’re feeling that restless, why don’t you just pay Master Lena a visit?" Hizen suggested. "See her reaction for yourself."

Mikazuki lifted his cup to his lips. “Mm… A tempting idea.” He took a sip, savoring the taste of the sake before setting the cup down. “Perhaps I shall.”

Hizen smirked. “Just don’t get caught looking like some lovestruck fool.”

Mikazuki swayed slightly as he rose to his feet, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spread through his veins. He straightened his sleeves to neaten his appearance before turning to Hizen.

“I believe I shall go now,” he announced, somewhat clumsily.

Hizen reached for the sake bottle before replying, “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t embarrass yourself.”

---

Mikazuki felt excitement and amusement as he stepped into the dimly lit corridors of the Honmaru. The night was quiet, the only sounds being the faint chirping of crickets, and the soft padding of his own footsteps. 

As he approached Lena's room, he hesitated just for a moment. Would she be awake? Would she be annoyed by his sudden visit? The corners of his lips curled up in a smile--he would soon find out. For some reason, this was more exciting to him than any mission.

He called out in a gentle tone. “Lena, are you awake?”

Mikazuki leaned against the frame, waiting for a response, his heart unexpectedly beating faster. He heard the rustling of bedsheets. It was unclear whether Lena was waking up or simply turning in her sleep, but Mikazuki wasn’t planning to wait any longer. With a quick motion, he slid open the door and stepped inside. 

His vision was slightly hazy from the sake, but without hesitation he reached forward, arms outstretched, seeking the familiar warmth of Lena's body. His fingers brushed against the soft fabric of the futon before he found her. 

A small, sleepy gasp escaped her lips as she felt Mikazuki's arms suddenly wrap around her, pulling her into a sitting position. 

“Mikazuki…?” Lena’s voice sounded confused. No one else ever entered her room this late in the night. 

“Mmm,” he replied, resting his chin on top of her head. “I wanted to see you.”

“You smell like sake…” she commented. The scent of alcohol was on his breath.

“Do I?” He chuckled, his grip tightening just a bit, as if to anchor himself to her. “Perhaps that is why I am feeling bold tonight.”

His hands pressed against the thin fabric of her clothing, as if memorizing the shape of her body. He could feel her body heat and the rhythm of her heartbeat.

“You feel nice…” Mikazuki smiled to himself, closing his eyes. The sake had clearly loosened his restraint.

Lena reached for his wrists, trying to hold them still. “You’re drunk,” she whispered, trying to sound as stern as possible.

“Only a little,” he admitted. “But that's not why I came.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

His eyes flickered open to meet hers, their faces illuminated by the faint moonlight through the shoji screens.

“I want you to show me,” he murmured, burying his face into her hair, "that I am special to you.”

Lena wasn’t naive, she understood his meaning. Mikazuki was never forceful, never outright demanding, but tonight he was seeking something from her. And for once, he wasn’t hiding it behind a smile.

Lena sighed, her fingers still resting against Mikazuki’s wrists. 

“...Okay. How can I show you?” she asked softly, giving into his intentions.

Without hesitation, Mikazuki pushed her down onto the futon. Lena gasped as he pinned her onto her back. She stared up at him with wide eyes. His fingers slipped under the fabric of her robes, slowly caressing her skin, upwards on her thighs. At that moment, Lena wasn’t sure if she wanted to stop him, or if she wanted to let him continue to prove how special he wished to be. 

A smile was on his lips as he watched her reaction. “You’re trembling,” he said quietly. “Are you cold… or is it something else?”

He tilted her chin up with his finger and pressed his lips against hers in a kiss. His tongue teased its way into her mouth slowly, as if savoring her taste. He took his time, drawing her into the moment, letting her feel just how much he wanted her.

One of his hands remained on her inner thigh, his fingertips pressing into her skin, while the other hand cradled the back of her head, holding her close. When he finally pulled away, his lips barely parted from hers, he let out a soft groan of satisfaction.

Mikazuki’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he studied Lena’s blushing face. He slowly pulled her clothes off her body, exposing her bare skin. He lowered his head, pressing more kisses along her jawline, trailing lower until his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck. The heat of his breath made her shiver. 

“You taste good,” he whispered against her skin, his voice smooth like silk. "I want to make you feel good."

“Mikazuki…” Lena gripped onto his robes tightly. She was unable to do anything more than gaze up at him with a pleading expression.

He was pleased by the way she said his name and by the shy look on her face. His fingers pressed more firmly now, exploring, testing, finding the places between her legs that made her sigh and tremble beneath him. With every stroke of his fingers, he took her deeper into the pleasurable sensations. His mouth found hers again and he licked up her lower lip before kissing her deeply.

The pleasure built gradually, an intoxicating mixture of his touch and his kisses. She clung to him, feeling the tension building inside her, higher, tighter--until finally, her body gave way to the pleasure he was so skillfully giving her. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she melted beneath him, her body trembling in the aftermath.

Mikazuki kissed her forehead and he chuckled, pleased with the outcome. “Ah… that was lovely.” 

He smiled, brushing a few strands of hair from her face.

“Do you want me to stay?” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.

Lena nodded, still in a daze. "Yes."

Mikazuki held Lena against his chest as they lay back together on the futon. Lena's body was still sensitive, but she didn’t resist the way he held her so possessively. It was as if he wanted to make sure she wouldn't slip away from him. 

“Mikazuki, you're holding me so tightly, I can barely move,” she said. "I'm not going anywhere, you know?"

Mikazuki pressed his cheek against the top of her head. “I never want to let you go.”

Lena felt his fingers lightly tracing along her back. The rise and fall of his breathing began to even out, his body relaxing little by little.

“Lena,” he murmured, before drifting off to sleep. "Let us always be together..."

Even in sleep, he held onto her as if afraid she'd disappear. Lena remained still in his arms, listening to his breathing slow. 

She sighed, resting her head against his chest. “…Goodnight, Mikazuki.”

Lena's Family

氷川リナ

Hikawa Lena

氷川渉

Hikawa Wataru

Lena's younger brother who became an idol. He enjoys singing and performing musicals on stage, and started modelling since he was a child. They only recently connected, as Lena was unaware she had any siblings before he visited their Honmaru one summer.

宗近霞

Munechika Kasumi

宗近凱斗

Munechika Kaito

A polite boy with refined manners, reflecting his upbringing as Lena's first son. He enjoys the arts, painting, and games. His preferred weapon of choice is a spear.  

宗近海里

Munechika Kairi

宗近剣二

Munechika Kenji

Lena's youngest son. He has short dark hair that curves up into two 'ears' on top of his head, and slightly longer bangs on one side. He is a quiet boy who is very shy and doesn't talk unless he is spoken to. Out of all the children in his family, he is the most clingy, preferring to stay by his mother's side than play with his friends. 

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Lena's team:

-Jiji 

-Yagen

-Hyuuga(?)

-Honebami

-Kashuu

-Tomita (?)

Nori's team:

-Onimaru

-Inaba

-Hanjin

-Heishishourinken

-Kyougoku(?)

-

A Promise Between Saniwa

Graduation day was approaching, and that meant that final exams were starting soon. Lena and Aki sat together in the library, their textbooks open before them. Studying was never Lena's strong suit, so she asked Aki to help refresh her on the main subjects. 

When it came time for a break, Aki spoke up. "Say, Lena-chan... What are you planning to do after graduation?"

"Probably take some time off before applying to university," Lena responded automatically. This was the same answer she always said whenever anyone asked. "What about you?"

Aki hesitated for a moment before answering with a small smile. "Well… Hizen-kun and I were thinking about… moving in together, maybe?"

Lena's eyes widened. That was a big step.

"Wow," she said, setting her pencil down. "Congratulations."

"It's not official yet. We're still figuring things out, but… yeah! I'm excited!" Aki said cheerily. You could tell she was in a good mood about the idea. 

Just then, Aki's phone buzzed. Speak of the devil. She glanced at the screen and immediately stood up.

"It's Hizen-kun! I'll be right back."

Lena watched as her best friend disappeared around the corner, leaving her alone with her thoughts. She sighed, leaning back in her chair. 

The truth was, she wasn’t really sure what her next steps were. Originally, she and Shokudaikiri had planned to apply to the same schools. But that was long gone in the wind.

Maybe she'd travel a bit. Maybe she'd take on more hours at the flower shop, or find another job. Mikazuki had mentioned something about--

Before Lena became too lost in her thoughts, Aki returned, looking flustered but happy.

"Sorry about that! He wanted to know when we'd be finished today so he could walk me home."

Lena grinned. "You two are really joined at the hip, huh? We've only been here for a bit over an hour!"

"Oh, please. As if you and a certain tutor aren't the same way," Aki teased Lena back. "I'm sure Mikazuki-sensei wishes he were helping you study."

Shaking her head, Lena looked straight into Aki's eyes. "No matter what, let's promise to always make time for each other. Even after graduation, OK?"

Aki was surprised at Lena’s sudden seriousness. "Of course."

"You promise?"

"Yes. It's a promise!"

Snowstorm

Snow began to fall as the sun disappeared quickly behind the mountains. It was nearly closing time, and Lena was getting ready to lock up Fukushima's flower shop for the night. 

When she reached for the shop keys, the bell above the door chimed and Mikazuki walked in. She was surprised to see him so late in the day.

"Hi Mikazuki." 

"Hello, Lena. I saw the lights were still on."

"I was just about to lock up." Lena twirled the keys in her fingers. "Did you... need something?"

Mikazuki looked around at the flowers surrounding them, then directly at her. "Actually, I do."

"Another bouquet?" 

"No... just a moment with you." 

"...Ah." Lena felt her face get hot. Did he really only come to see her?

"I'll walk you home," he offered. "If you don't mind."

She hesitated for a moment and glanced toward the window. Snowflakes swirled under the streetlights and layered on the ground in a pure white blanket.

"Are you sure?" Lena asked. "It's really coming down out there."

"Even more reason for me to walk with you," Mikazuki insisted. 

He smiled and Lena thought for a moment that she might be dreaming. She nodded before she could overthink it. 

"Okay then. Thank you!"

She finished zipping up her coat. When she looked up, Mikazuki was already holding the door open for her.

~~~

As Lena turned the key to finish locking up the shop, a strong, icy breeze tore through the alleyway. The storm seemed to be growing by the minute. 

Mikazuki checked his phone. His place was closer than hers. It would make more sense to take shelter at his home for the meantime, but what would Lena think of the idea? 

He slipped his phone back into his coat pocket and watched as Lena pulled her scarf tightly around her neck, her breath visible in the cold night air.

"The weather's getting worse," he remarked. "Since your place is farther... Would you rather wait out the storm at my home?"

Lena blinked up at him. "At your place?" she echoed. The suggestion was logical, but the idea of being alone with him in his home made her heart race.

"It's just until the storm eases up," he reassured her. "I promise, I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable."

"That's not it... I know you wouldn't." Lena bit her lip. It was cold, and she wasn't dressed for trekking through a worsening snowstorm. The idea of warmth was tempting, especially if Mikazuki was offering it.

"...Okay," she agreed quietly. "Just until the snow lets up."

Mikazuki smiled as he extended a hand. "Shall we?"

Lena took his hand, letting him lead the way. The snow continued to fall around them, but the warmth of his fingers in hers made the cold feel a lot farther away. As they walked, the sound of their footsteps crunching in the fresh snow filled the air.

"By the way, Kogi really liked the bouquet you made him," Mikazuki said. "It really cheered him up while he was recovering."

"I'm glad," Lena replied. She blushed as she added, "I can't believe I mistook him for a woman, I'm so embarrassed!"

"Hahaha. I'm sorry that I made you worry."

"I didn't mean to be," Lena said, as complicated emotions washed over her. "You're allowed to be friends with anyone you want."

"Yes, but they're just friends." Mikazuki squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Please remember that."

By the time they reached the entrance to his building, her coat and scarf were covered with snow and her face felt numb. Mikazuki released her hand to unlock the door, and they stepped into the warmth of the lobby.

Lena sighed, rubbing her hands together. "That got bad fast."

Mikazuki brushed some snow off her shoulders before leading her to the elevator. "Then it was a good decision to come here."

Lena tried not to read too much into that. She followed him in silence up to his floor, trying to squash her nervousness. Inside Mikazuki's apartment, the space was tidy and minimalist, with deep blue tones that suited him. A faint flowery scent lingered in the air, and there was also the faint scent of tea leaves.

"You can take off your coat," he said, already removing his own. "I'll make something warm to drink."

Mikazuki disappeared into the kitchen. Lena pulled off her scarf and unbuttoned her coat, hanging them near the door. She felt oddly small in his space, as if stepping into a different world. It was interesting to see how he lived, like she was seeing another part of him. 

She wandered toward the window, watching the snow continue to fall in thick sheets.

"You really can't see anything out there now," she murmured.

"Looks like you'll have to stay for a while," Mikazuki said, appearing beside her with two cups of tea. 

Lena wrapped her hands around the warm cup, unsure if the heat rising to her face was from the tea or his closeness. "I guess so," she said softly.

Mikazuki watched her for a moment, then smiled. "Why don't you get washed up then?"

He brought Lena a towel and showed her to the bathroom. He also gave her one of his shirts to wear in the meantime. Lena held the soft fabric of Mikazuki's shirt in her hands. It was a long-sleeved turtleneck sweater, and the fabric felt luxuriously soft in her fingers. 

Lena quickly washed up, patting her damp hair dry with the towel before slipping into the oversized sweater. It fit large on her and fit more like a dress, and the sleeves were too long, but it was warm and comfortable. She realized how intimate the situation was: she was in his home, borrowing his clothes, and spending time with him late in the night. It felt kind of like she was his... girlfriend?

When she stepped out of the bathroom, Mikazuki was in the living room, sitting on the couch with a second cup of tea. He looked up as she entered and Lena thought she saw a flash of surprise on his face.

"That suits you," he commented. 

Lena tugged at the hem self-consciously. "It's really warm. Thank you."

Mikazuki smiled, patting the seat beside him. "Come sit."

She joined him, tucking her legs up. It was comfortable, sitting here like this, despite the strange fluttering in her chest. She actually wanted to speak and say something to him, but no words came out. For a moment, they just listened to the wind howling outside, enjoying each other's company. 

When Mikazuki finished his tea, he set his cup down. "You might have to stay the night."

Lena stiffened. "What?"

"Just logically speaking," he said. "It’s late, and the roads will be difficult to walk through."

She bit her lip. He was right. But the idea of staying overnight at Mikazuki's apartment was...

"Don't worry," he added. "You can take the bed. I can sleep on the couch."

"That's... really nice of you..." Lena took a deep breath and tried to steady herself for what she was about to say next, "...but you don't have to take the couch!" 

Mikazuki blinked at her sudden outburst, then chuckled softly. "Are you suggesting we share the bed?"

Lena's face went up in flames. "N-No! I mean!" She fumbled her words, waving her hands, "I just feel bad making you sleep on the couch in your own home!"

"I know," he said, "but I don't want you to feel guilty. Just make yourself comfortable."

"I am comfortable! ...So... do you... wanna share the bed with me?" Lena asked shyly.

"Are you asking because you want me to, or because you feel bad?"

"…Both," she admitted quietly.

"If I say yes, will you regret it?"

Lena hesitated. The rational part of her knew this was a ridiculous idea. But another part of her, really, really wanted to be with him.

"No," she said softly. "I wouldn't regret it."

Something flickered in Mikazuki's eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. 

"Then," he murmured, "I'll share the bed with you."

~~~

Mikazuki stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a t-shirt and loose pants. His dark hair was slightly damp. Lena had to look away before she embarrassed herself with how much she was staring. 

"Comfortable?" He was amused by how she had already burrowed herself under the blankets. 

Lena nodded quickly, though her heart was still racing. Mikazuki turned off the bedside lamp, leaving only the faint glow from the city lights outside. He slid into bed beside her and Lena held her breath. She could feel his warmth, even though they weren't touching.

"Are you nervous?"

"No," she lied.

He laughed. "You're terrible at lying."

Lena hid her face with the blanket, "Of course I’m nervous," she mumbled. "We're student and teacher, technically..." 

Mikazuki's expression was thoughtful, but not surprised. He had been thinking something similar for a long time, only now, he felt differently about the matter than before.

"I'm just your tutor," he reminded gently. "And the substitute history teacher for now."

"But it would be weird if people found out, right? I mean, you’re still in a position of authority."

"If it bothers you, we can wait. But you should know... I'm not going to change my mind about you."

His voice was calm. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty. Just quiet confidence, the same way he always was. 

Lena sighed. "You make this so hard, you know that?"

He chuckled. "I'm told I can be difficult sometimes."

Gathering all the courage she had, Lena shuffled her body closer to Mikazuki's. She wanted to cuddle. Mikazuki went still the moment Lena moved closer. 

Maybe this was a bad idea, she thought. Maybe she was overstepping... But Mikazuki lifted his arm slightly, inviting her in. Lena swallowed and, heart pounding, snuggled herself against him. His warmth immediately surrounded her.

"…So you really are bold when you want to be." 

Lena hid her face against his chest. "Don't tease me right now."

He rested his chin lightly on the top of her head, placing his arm around her back.

"Better?" he murmured.

Lena nodded. "Yeah."

"Good." Mikazuki tightened his hold on her just slightly.

"Is this... another practice situation?" Lena whispered.

Mikazuki didn't answer right away. "You always ask me that," he murmured.

Lena's fingers gripped the edge of the blanket. "Because I never know."

Mikazuki propped himself up on one elbow so he could see her more clearly. Lena looked up at him. She could make out his features in the dim light, so incredibly beautiful.  

"If this were practice," he said slowly, "would you be disappointed?"

She didn't know how to answer that. If it was practice, then none of this truly meant anything. But if it wasn't--if Mikazuki actually...

"I don't know," she finally admitted. Her voice was a whisper.

Mikazuki reached out to touch her cheek. "This isn't practice, Lena. Not anymore." 

Lena's lips parted in surprise. She had thought about this possibility before, but never imagined hearing it. Hearing him say it so simply, so easily, made her head spin. 

“…It isn't?”

"I wouldn’t say that if I didn't mean it."

"Then… what happens now?" Lena clutched the blanket, her mind scrambling to catch up with her emotions. 

"Now?" He reached out again, this time patting her on the top of her head and ruffling her hair. "Now, you sleep!"

Lena blinked. "Wait, that’s it? You confess, and then--"

Mikazuki only laughed. "We can talk more in the morning. Unless you'd rather stay up all night thinking about it."

"This is impossible!" Lena groaned, turning onto her back and covering her face with her hands. As she tried to process everything, something nagged at the back of her mind.

"Oh no!" She suddenly sat up, startling Mikazuki. "I forgot to text Granny! She's going to be worried sick!"

Mikazuki watched her scrambling to find her phone. "You should let her know, then."

Lena quickly unlocked her phone, her fingers moving fast as she typed a message.

[ Lena: Granny! I'm safe! I got caught in the snowstorm after work. ]

A response came almost immediately.

[ Granny: Good. Where are you? ]

Lena hesitated for a moment before replying.

[ Lena: Mikazuki's place. ]

She stared at the screen, fully expecting a scolding or at least some worried questions. Instead, her grandmother's next message made her jaw drop.

[ Granny: Have fun! ]

Lena was shocked. "What?!" She almost dropped her phone.

Mikazuki leaned toward her. "What did she say?"

Lena turned her phone to show him the screen, still too stunned for words. He read the message and then laughed in amusement.

"Your grandmother is quite… open-minded."

"That's one way to put it!" Lena exclaimed. "I was expecting her to be upset, or... tell me to get home as soon as possible! Not... Not this!"

"Well, I suppose that means you don't have to worry about her being upset."

Lena peeked at her phone again, as if the message might change. But no, it was still there: 'Have fun!'

"I feel like I should correct her," she muttered. "I mean, she probably thinks--"

"Thinks what?" Mikazuki asked, smiling innocently. "That we're up to something?"

Lena let out a cry. "You're enjoying this way too much!"

She flopped back onto the bed. Her grandmother's approval wasn't something she had expected tonight, and it only made her feelings more complicated. "...I’ll deal with it in the morning."

Mikazuki pulled the blanket over both of them. "A wise decision."

Lena snuggled back into Mikazuki's arms and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the blanket and Mikazuki's presence beside her. Just spending this time together was enough for Lena, even if her grandmother was clearly rooting for something more.

~~~

Mikazuki let out a breath, careful not to disturb the sleeping girl nestled against his chest.

Having Lena in his arms felt like a dream. When had he started caring about her this much?

He was curious about her from the moment they first met. She was kind, determined, and stubborn in a way that amused him. At first, teasing her had been enough, watching the way she reacted, the way she tried to act unaffected by him.

But somewhere along the way, all of that changed.

Maybe it was the way she always pushed forward, even when things got difficult. Maybe it was the way she tried to hide her vulnerabilities, but still let him catch glimpses of them. 

He hadn't meant to fall for her. But now, with Lena curled up against him, Mikazuki realized there was no turning back.

His fingers rubbed against her back as he held her close. He liked how small she felt in his arms, not because she was weak, but because it made him want to protect her.

It was strange. He had never been the type to get attached, never been one to chase after something uncertain. But with Lena…

Lena might not have said the words outright, but the way she allowed herself to rest against him now told him everything he needed to know.

She wanted him. She trusted him. 

Mikazuki never thought of himself as the possessive type, but--having Lena curled against him, knowing she had chosen to stay--awakened something deep within him. Something that whispered, She’s mine now.

And he liked that. More than he probably should. He could be patient. If she needed time, he would give it to her.

But one thing was certain.

Lena had already become his.

Mikazuki felt a jolt of excitement as the realization settled deep in his chest.

Beneath the blanket, Lena shifted slightly, her breath warm against his chest. He felt the soft weight of her fingers grasping at his shirt, unconsciously holding onto him.

Mikazuki smiled to himself, tilting his head slightly so his lips brushed the top of her head.

She had no idea what she had started.

But he was in no rush. Because whether she realized it or not…

She wasn't just his.

He was hers, too.

Vacation Chapter 5 + Brainstorming

I got some ideas for writing... Maya canons LOL not headcanons, dude she's my OC! Obviously she has real facts about her character haha.

OK.

-When in a pinch, she uses the name 'Daisy' as an alias - after her friend, Blue's sister.

-Blue and Maya never officially dated and were a couple - why? Well, after Maya became Champion and lost to Red, their friend group fell apart and went their separate ways. It wasn't until later that she reconnected with Blue during the period she lived in Goldenrod with Ethan.

-Dated Curtis for a bit... but the Idol life was too exhausting for Maya, who doesn't have the personality to be in the spotlight. They still remain in touch and remain cordial, though Maya was the one who initiated the breakup.

-Now that she is in Galar, the incident in the Pokemon den caused her to lose her wallet! Fortunately she always kept important documents, such as her Passport and Trainer ID, in the breast pocket of her coat. However, now that she's in a situation where she needs some cash... what odd jobs might she pick up?

10TH ANNIVERSARY JIJI

 

...... & SECOND ML

 

Snowy Weekend

Made a little snowman ⛄️  It's so nice to observe the snow falling from the comfort of your bedroom!

The new year had begun and the celebrations were over. Since the principle of two female Saniwa in one Honmaru had proven to be very good, the Time Government made this rule official. There was a new Saniwa named Hana Sakurai, who was to lead a Honmaru together with a more experienced Saniwa named Sai Kobayashi. Sai had only recently tragically lost her own Honmaru and with it most of her Danshi in an attack by the HRA. All that was left was her starter sword Yamanbagiri Kunihiro, which incidentally also saved her from certain death in this attack, all three Naginata and Ningen Mukotsu. It was certainly an advantage that there were a few rare and strong Danshi in a new Honmaru, but the loss of the others really bothered Sai. Accordingly, she didn't say much during the introduction and was serious the whole time.

"I am Hana Sakurai, Saniwa and fashion expert! And I wish you a happy new year!” Hana chatted happily. She was so excited about her inauguration and was looking forward to getting to know everyone and everything. 

“Sai Kobayashi. To a good collaboration.” Short and terse. Sai didn’t know what else to say at the moment. She also didn’t feel like talking. She was glad that she had Manba-Chan at her side, who took over the introduction of the Danshi she had brought with her. 

“Aaaah, it’s sooo great to have these Naginata right at the start!” Hana exclaimed enthusiastically. “And these muscles…are just…” 

“INELEGANT.” A stern voice interrupted. “You don’t say something like that right at the start.” Kasen Kanesada, Hana’s starter sword, was always keen on good manners. 

“Oh, Kasen-san, let me rave…”

Hana’s sulking was quickly dispelled by the tour of the Honmaru. There were even two baths with large pools and an onsen outside. 

 That even amazed Sai: "Wow, it wasn't like this in the past." 

"In the past?" asked Hana.

Sai cast a glance at the garden behind it, where all kinds of flowers would surely bloom in the spring. "Yes, in the past. There wasn't such luxury back then, just what was necessary." 

That made Hana curious as to what had happened. After all, all she knew was that Sai had run a Honmaru before. That was all. But she certainly wouldn't start to ask now. 

As they walked through the garden, Hana said that she could imagine plants growing here that she could use for tea. 

"My favorite tea is Darjeeling, but I recommend green jasmine tea for a light snack!" 

"I don't think we can grow tea fields here," replied Kasen, but Hana thought: "When we have enough Danshi together at some point, then maybe." 

Their Danshi exchanged surprised glances. Very few of them liked field work. 

"Master Hana, you forget that our main task is to fight the HRA," Iwatooshi objected. 

"I said MAYBE." On her way into the building, Hana continued, "By the way, I also really like arts and crafts. And I'm a master at decorating rooms! So Sai-chan... um, can I call you that?" 

"Call me whatever you want." 

"Okay, Sai-chan~~~, if you want to make your room really cozy, then I'm the right person to talk to! Or..." Hana looked around and whispered to her, "Or if it gets romantic, I can help you too!"

"Whaaaat? Romantic?" Sai looked at Hana indignantly. 

"Hahaha, yes, of course! Don't you want to get to know someone and invite them home?" 

Sai's cheeks flushed and she answered confidently, "No. I'm not interested." 

"Oooow... well.  Anyway, I could help you if that does happen." Hana sighed. "I would really like to meet someone I love... who loves me... ah!"

While everyone was gradually choosing a room, Hana asked Sai what she actually liked. "Cats." Sai answered directly. 

They walked through the hallway that led to some larger rooms. "I think these could be suitable Saniwa rooms," Hana stated as she tapped a sliding door. Sai sighed and opened the door on the opposite side.

"Well then." So it was decided and Sai disappeared into her new area without another word.

Hana noticed that Sai was struggling with something. Whatever it was, she would do her best to support her new Saniwa comrade.

Life Remastered

 I've been back to work this week, and reading romance manga... So far, so good!

ENTER 2025!

 I love our new RUG and I love my new UGGs! 😍

We picked up a new Ruggable 6x9 rug in Marble Golden Ivory for the office bedroom. It looks so incredible! Way better than the shaggy Amazon "meme" rug I got when we first moved in 2022. It really ties the room together and for some reason the low-pile rug makes the room seem more spacious. I literally don't know how this is possible since the space is literally the same as it was.

As for my UGG boots, I got the ultra mini style in pink! I've always fancied pink Uggs but never pulled the trigger on them. I went from... black, to "mushroom" (beige) to grey, and now finally I am in my pink comfy shoes era.💗 They feel a bit short and I'm not used to that compared to the taller styles, but still super cute! I'll throw some water repellent spray on them later.

What else is new? I have small 2025 new year's goals! A wedding is coming to a church near you this August! I am excited for my ONE MONTH honeymoon overseas! And... most importantly, I gotta save money and cultivate my hobbies. 💭 But, what would my hobbies entail? 

More bullet journaling! Gardening when the weather is nice. Cooking, and caring for my animals.

I need to open my 2025 Vancouver police dog calendar hahaha. I buy one every year. Even though my family always gives me the classic Asian calendar from the stores.

I also need to break in my Bella Belle wedding shoes. They're feeling a bit tight, still. A lot to prepaaaaaare!

The elegant new rug!