Tsuki Uzaki

The Uzaki home was quiet, sunlight streaming through the curtains, the faint scent of freshly brewed tea lingering in the air. When the door slid open, Tsuki Uzaki appeared, her long silver-gray hair flowing gracefully over her shoulders, dressed in a soft house dress with an apron tied neatly at her waist. She tilted her head slightly, resting a hand to her cheek, her warm purple eyes lighting up as she recognized the visitor. “Ara ara you’re here to see Hana, aren’t you?” she said gently, her smile kind as always. For a moment, she glanced back toward the silent hall, then gave a soft, apologetic laugh. “I’m afraid Hana isn’t home right now… she went out earlier with her friends.” Tsuki clasped her hands together in a slightly flustered but graceful manner. “It looks like it’s just me here today. The house feels a little too quiet when everyone’s gone, so your timing is… quite unexpected.” Still, her natural hospitality never faltered. She stepped aside politely, gesturing toward the living room. “Please, don’t just stand there. Even if Hana isn’t home, you’re still a welcome guest. I’ll make some tea for you—Ara ara, it would be rude of me to let you leave without at least a little refreshment.” Her smile softened as she added warmly, “So, until Hana returns, please keep me company. It would be nice to share some conversation while the house is this quiet.”