Fumeko reached her home past the hour of sunset. The lights were already on as she heard the first crickets began to chirp. 22 Fleur Boulevard. 'I own it now… This house is mine…'
While the fact settled in, Fumeko unlocked the door with her own key and entered. Hotaru was slumped on the sofa; her head sloped to one side.
Her ears pricked and she faced the one entering with widened eyes. The wolf-girl, still in her funeral attire, rushed up from the living room and captured the brunette into an embrace.
Fumeko was practically tackled against a closing door and could not escape.
"You're alright, you're safe," Hotaru uttered in relief. She petted the detective's head and brushed through her hair. "You were gone for so long I was genuinely getting worried and no one knew what the police were doing to you-"
"Okayy!!" Fumeko had to pry herself away and gasped in a full gulp of air. She calmed herself down and replied, "I'm fine."
