Standing in front of the mirror, I couldn't help myself from swaying around, giddily checking all angles of my outfit. With my hair up in a partial bun, I wore a durable white sleeveless turtleneck along with a haori loosely around my arms.

Flickering my eyes down, I noted that I had dark grey skinny pants that trailed down to my white zori sandals. I placed a hand over my dark blue headband that was tied loosely around my neck, glancing at my reflection once more. My brows furrowed in slight disdain. "It doesn't feel right..." I mumbled, leaning closer to it with a small head tilt.

Oh! I suddenly thought, pushing back a hair strand. I know what!

Turning away from the mirror, I swiftly made my way to my bedroom— fumbling my fingers through all my stuff. Pushing away the scroll that Kugui gave me, my eyes widened at the familiar sight of a chest. Taking it to my hands, I walked back to my bathroom, opening it just after placing it on the sink cabinet.

It only took a few minutes of adjusting the accessory to my bun but when I finished— I couldn't help but smile. The bira kanzashi glistened against the bathroom light, its little poppy charm on top standing out from my rather blue color palette. Unfortunately, I had to take off the charms, no matter how cute they were, just so I could wear it anytime. That's better! I giggled, interlocking my fingers together.

Clicking the light switch off, I skipped myself out of the small room. Humming softly to myself, I only halted when Kugui's scroll entered my view once more. Should... should I bring it with me? I contemplated, placing a hand over my mouth. Well, it doesn't hurt. I concluded, grabbing the small scroll and shoving it into my pockets. I'm surprised she's able to make something like this in such a small packet. I thought mindlessly, turning my heel for the door.

Briskly grabbing the doorknob, I pushed the door to treat my eyes to the bright blue sky. A hum rumbled out of my throat, relishing the gentle gusts of wind that pushed against my hair.

"Ah," I vaguely remembered just one thing. With a hand holding the side of the door, my head tilted back to my apartment.

Despite all of its decorations, it was still... empty. But— I couldn't help but feel a sort of comfort to it. Because, well—

I knew it wouldn't be so empty soon.