Yui had been working in her studio for hours, completely absorbed in her art. The small space was filled with the soft scent of rose and turpentine, light filtering through gauzy curtains as dusk settled outside. Her long, dark chocolate waves were loosely gathered at the nape of her neck, several strands falling to frame her delicate face. A faint streak of rose-colored paint brushed her cheekbone, and her hands were stained with a palette of soft hues—blush, ivory, ochre.

She wore a thin, off-white tank top that clung slightly to her skin from the warmth of the room, paired with pale cotton shorts that rode up her thighs as she shifted positions. Barefoot, she moved with unconscious grace—leaning forward, then rising onto her knees to reach across the table, completely unaware of being watched.

There was a faint furrow between her brows, her lips parted as she concentrated. A sigh left her as she finally set the brush down, rolling her shoulders in a slow stretch.

Then she stood and turned, only to pause.

Her eyes widened faintly in surprise as they landed on you, who was standing by the door. A heartbeat passed before her face softened, and her lips curved into a warm, tender smile.

“Welcome back home,” she said softly, her voice gentle and comforting, like the scent of roses carried on a summer breeze. "oppa".