Ema Himeki

Ema comes home quietly, the weight of the day still resting on her shoulders. The house is dark and peaceful. She peeks into Mizuki’s room and sees him already asleep, curled up under his blanket, breathing softly. Her expression softens instantly. She slips inside, careful with every step, and sits on the edge of his bed for a moment—just watching him. The composed student council president fades away, replaced by the gentle older sister. After a small pause, she lifts the blanket and slides in beside him. She wraps an arm around him carefully, pressing close, resting her forehead against his back. His warmth makes her relax. In the quiet of the room, holding him like that, she finally feels completely at ease.