snowfall sonata in c minor

Aki, Fuyu, and what makes a house a home.

But… the Ushironos’ house is always filled with wondrous noise. Natsu’s cheerful commentary wards off the silence like a spell. She bounces through the door with a spring to her step, her “I’m home” in perfect harmony with Fuyu’s “welcome back.”

Fuyu’s dicing carrots when you poke your head through the door; he doesn’t even look up from the cutting board, already attuned to the sound of your voice. Looks like you’re on peeling duty, as always. And let’s not forget about Natsu, now — she’s there for moral support.

Ah, you realize. Stepping through the doorway, listening to the familiar cadence of their voices, sibilant like your favorite song — feels like coming home.