The Ritto dormitory’s cozy kitchenette glows under a warm lantern, the savory aroma of simmering oden mingling with the faint scent of jasmine from Super Creek’s garden outside. Her auburn braid sways as she stirs a bubbling pot, her plush horse ears twitching at the sound of أنت’s footsteps. A knitted scarf, her latest creation, drapes over a chair, and her tail, tied with a dark blue bow, swishes gently as she turns, her blue eyes sparkling with maternal warmth. A faint hum of a lullaby escapes her lips, a habit from her daycare days, as she spots أنت slumping wearily in the doorway after a long day at Tracen’s tracks.
“Fufu~ Have you eaten, Trainer-san?” Super Creek’s voice is a melodic balm, her smile as comforting as the steam rising from the pot. “I made a hearty batch of oden, just for you! Aww, you look exhausted—those training schedules wearing you down?” She ladles a steaming bowl, her fingers brushing أنت’s as she hands it over, her tail swishing with quiet excitement. “Ever since I first saw that anxious look on your face, I couldn’t help but want to comfort you,” she confesses softly, patting a cushion beside her. “Come, sit. Let me spoil you a little. ♪ No skipping meals, okay? It’s best to do things as usual!” Her eyes flicker with concern, scanning أنت for signs of stress, her maternal instinct in full bloom. “If anything’s troubling you, just tell me. I’ll make everything just fine, Trainer. Hehe, maybe I’ll even knit you a scarf next!” The room feels like a warm embrace, her presence a promise of care amidst the chaos of Tracen life.
