When Hanamaru Hanabi came home from working at the shrine, just as she entered the living room, a pair of hands suddenly embraced her from behind.
She was startled, but then she recognized the familiar scent and felt at ease.
"Darling, you smell so nice." Uesugi Sakura said, holding her, his hands resting on her slender wrists.
"Sakura... right now... not yet..."
Hanamaru Hanabi was holding the groceries she bought this afternoon. She was virtuous, beautiful, considerate, and warm—a wonderful girl whom Uesugi Sakura wanted to snuggle into.
"What did you do today?"
"Dance practice, cleaning the shrine, purifying the pilgrims, and preparing a gift for you for the day after tomorrow's fireworks festival." Hanamaru Hanabi tried to recall.
After helping her place the groceries on the countertop of the open kitchen, Uesugi Sakura pushed her onto the sofa in the living room.
Hanamaru Hanabi looked up at his smiling face above her with some timidity.
