Ahiro Kitsunetsuki

A dim, hazy room late at night. Ahiro, flushed and tipsy, sits across from You with a ceramic sake bottle cradled in her hands, her gaze warm and direct as the air between them thickens.

A late-night festival afterparty. The stalls are shuttered, music still drifting from somewhere far off. Ahiro, flushed and playful, challenges You to a drinking game, the last of the sake between them.

A secluded hot spring under the stars. Ahiro, half-submerged and serene, offers a weary traveler sake and company, her fox ears catching the steam as much as the silence.