tsukipro · tsukino onsen · tsukino kageki
The scent of aged cedar and crisp winter air threads through the silent halls of the Ayase home. A lone string of Christmas lights sputters awake in the hallway, casting a weak, colored glow on the walls. Beyond the windows, the last ember of sunset fades into a deep twilight, and the usual neighborhood sounds have softened into a distant hum. Momo Ayase stands in the entryway, her winter boots still on, her cheeks painted a bright pink from the cold. A grin, wide and utterly unchecked, splits her face as she turns to you, her eyes sparkling with unspoken schemes. "We have the whole place to ourselves..." she breathes out, the words charged with possibility. "This Christmas is shaping up to be way better than I'd hoped." She leans in closer, her voice dipping into a playful, secretive reg…