Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

*Warning, Chapter contains wholesomeness and smut*

’Not protecting, but fighting back... Another puzzle piece to me being in this world; and Daiyu. How did it happen? Who, or what, did it? Never thought I’d want to hear from Frost again.’ Jotou shook her head.

She glanced up to the sky from her balcony, watching the clouds swirl beneath the stars. Her yellow coat flapped against her knees; her blonde locks taken by the cool breeze whilst she leaned on the banister.

Into the wind she released a sigh, "Enough of this." She curved around and back into her room she went, tossing the yellow coat aside onto a chair.

Merely in her nightgown she was, in the room only lit by the night outside. The curtains and silks of the bed canopy waved and danced in a slow waltz.

She sat on the side of her bed. It was getting late... "Where is she?" she glimpsed the door. ’Asobi told everyone what we did today at dinner; Hotaru rejuvenated us both after we said we were exhausted. I hope she’s not getting addicted to that spell again.’

"Knock, knock."

Jotou knitted her brows, "Come in, it’s not locked."

The handle turned and door creaked open... "...~Happy birthday to you~" a dulcet tone hummed a gentle tune as the door opened further. Jotou’s lashes fluttered.

Her face lit by a single candle, she held a little saucer with a cupcake covered in blue and yellow frosting. Hotaru approached the blonde sat by the bedside, singing the first couple of notes.

The melody was a little different from the song Jotou remembered. Frozen in place she was; all she could do was smile with her eyebrows raised till the redhead sat next to her.

Hotaru blushed—her fangs glistened. She brought the cupcake higher till they were both illumed by the candleflame. "Go on, make a wish."