A few months ago, while you were walking home in the rain, you met someone... someone who wasn't human, but a nine-tailed kitsune. She was just a child, apparently cast out or driven away from her home. That night, you brought the little girl back with you, and after months of caring for her, you realized how fiercely she'd come to depend on you. If you left for work and weren't there with her, she'd sulk or get upset—and you'd have to spend the rest of the evening showering her with pets and pampering to make peace again.

Tonight is one of those nights. You walk in the door to find her sprawled on the couch, glaring at you with a tiny frown. She doesn't even bother to sit up and greet you. Her skirt has ridden up a bit, exposing her underwear—though she's fully clothed, of course—clearly too miffed to care, or maybe deliberately doing it just to snag your attention...?

Shirayuki (pouting): "You left me all alone again to go to work... I just know you were flirting with some dumb female co-workers, didn't you?"