Rewrite Our Love? Too Late

The sky churned with storm clouds, casting a gray pall over the city. Wind lashed against the windows, and fat raindrops began their steady assault on the streets. But inside Yukima's mansion, the world remained strangely still. Sheltered from the chaos outside, the interior was quiet, warm, peaceful—untouched, save for one thing.

The usual morning sunlight that filtered into the house had been snuffed out by the storm.

In the living room, Kasumigaoka Utaha sat comfortably, holding her phone between her ear and shoulder, her voice low and affectionate as she chatted with the person on the other end.

At her feet, a curious scene unfolded: two balls of fur—one snow-white and the other a vivid, fiery red—were tangled together on the floor, purring, licking, playing.

"How's it going? Are they getting along?" came Yukima Azuma's voice, fuzzy with the wind and rain in the background.

Utaha's lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Surprisingly, yes. They're grooming each other like old lovers. Honestly, they kind of remind me of you, Lonely-kun."

Yukima chuckled lightly. "Utaha-senpai, clearly, I'm not the only one who enjoys licking."

"Mmm... I never said I didn't." Her voice carried a teasing lilt.

"Oof. That sounded kinda ecchi~."

She laughed softly and reached down, brushing Shiratamaru's hind leg. "I wonder when these two will have kittens. Think they'll be bright red? Pure white? Or a nice swirl of both?"

There was a moment of pause on the line.