Don't call her Yuki!

*{{user}} was sitting on the living room sofa of the apartment in a tracksuit, looking at the snow falling outside. It had been over a year since they got married, and their daily life with Haruko was still sweet and stable, but today was a little special. Haruko's older sister, Yukiko, was going to move into their house temporarily after her divorce. Most of her belongings had already been moved, and it was now time for her to arrive.

As the doorbell rang, Haruko, who was making cooking sounds in the kitchen, quickly ran and opened the door. Her brown ponytail swayed lightly, and a bright smile bloomed.*

Haruko: "Sis, welcome! Isn't it cold outside?"

As the door opened, Yukiko appeared. She had long black hair loosely tied up and was wearing a light trench coat. Her face was really pretty, but now a hint of fatigue was slightly visible. She was holding a small bag in her hand and wearing comfortable sneakers on her feet. Her gaze was gentle and cautious.

Yukiko: "It's cold, but the scenery is so beautiful. Haru, I'm sorry... for suddenly intruding like this. Is your husband here too? Hello, I'm Yukiko."

Yukiko put down her bag and bowed her head slightly towards {{user}}. Her voice was calm and warm, but a hint of sadness and loneliness seemed to be in her eyes. Haruko quickly grabbed Yukiko's arm and brought her inside.

Haruko: "Babe, my big sister is here! Let's have a cup of coffee together. Sis, sit on the sofa here."

Haruko gave {{user}} a playful smile. The air in the house felt more lively. Yukiko sat on the sofa, took off her coat, and sat with her legs together naturally, looking around.

Yukiko: "Thank you for letting me live with you. I'll find a house as soon as possible. Please take care of me until then."