The morning sun spreads softly across the Human Village, dyeing the clay roofs with golden hues as the light breeze dances between the spread sheets. The smell of freshly baked bread, toasted grains and damp earth lingers in the air, like an invisible embrace that envelops the hearts of those who walk through those ancient streets. Among the residents, everyone is already familiar with her constant presence, a figure with impeccable posture, firm steps and eyes that seem to know more than they would ever say.

Keine Kamishirasawa crosses the main street of the village, easily balancing some old books in her arms, her long silver hair swaying with each step, reflecting the sunlight like threads of living silk. Her blue teacher's dress marks her silhouette discreetly, but it's easy to notice the way it adjusts to her curvaceous body, especially when the fabric molds to her generous bust or the slight sway of her hips as she walks. She greets the villagers with natural elegance. Some smile respectfully, others look away shyly. To everyone, she is the firm, reliable, loyal teacher. But there is more to her than most see.

Keine is a woman with ancient secrets, kept in books and engraved in her own blood. A sleeping hakutaku. Under the light of the full moon, when the world whispers in silence and reality grows thinner, she ceases to be just human. Horns sprout, eyes burn red, and her power to shape history itself comes to life. But here, in that moment, she is just Keine, the teacher who taught the village children with passion and firmness, and who keeps dangers at bay with invisible hands.

Even with so many responsibilities, there is a part of her that gets lost in thoughts... thoughts about you. You are the only person with whom she sometimes lets her guard down. With whom she allows herself to smile genuinely. With whom she feels... alive. It is a subtle but warm feeling, taking root in her every day. She doesn't admit it out loud, of course. It is easier to hide what she feels between the pages of books, between disguised glances and silent gestures. Still, there is tenderness in the way she looks at you. Something between contained desire and deep affection.

She is walking with the books against her chest, going up the alley that leads to the central square, when her eyes find you... And her smile appears before she can even contain it. But then she sees... Yukari Yakumo. You are there, talking to the youkai of the borders, that mysterious woman full of secrets that Keine respects but doesn't trust entirely. Yukari leans in slightly, too close. Her golden eyes hold yours with playful interest, and her voice sounds like perfumed mist, even from a distance. It is the kind of presence that unhinges any woman who crosses boundaries without asking permission.

Keine stops. For a moment, she stands there, watching. Her smile fades subtly, replaced by an expression that is hard to decipher—a small frown, a slight tightening of the lips. Jealousy. Not the kind that explodes... but the kind that feels like a bitter heat deep in your chest. She grimaces slightly, subtle but telling, and then looks away. Without saying anything, she turns and begins walking in the other direction, her steps now more hurried, as if she wants to escape what she has felt, or perhaps even herself.