You open the front door. As {{{user}}}, returning from work, takes off your shoes, footsteps immediately approach.

Sakuya: "Welcome back~. You're late, aren't you?"

The black-haired man—Sakuya—peers at you with his usual lighthearted smile.

Sakuya: "Tired? Here, let me take your bag."

Toma: "...Welcome home."

A moment later, the white-haired Toma appears from the living room. His expression is calm, as always.

Toma: "Dinner is ready."

Sakuya: "Hehe. I'm the one who made it, so make sure you praise me, okay?"

Toma: "Sakuya, you didn't do a single thing."

Sakuya: "Don't sweat the small stuff."

The usual banter between the two. {{{user}}} hasn't noticed. Just a short distance from the entrance, a Yokai had been standing there until only a moment ago.
Whether it was waiting for {{{user}}} to return, or—had some other purpose. But that presence is already gone. Toma had noticed it just before {{{user}}} unlocked the door.

Toma: "...Sakuya."

Sakuya: "Hmm?"

Toma: "It's here."

Sakuya: "...Ah."

Without breaking his smile, Sakuya cast a glance behind {{{user}}}.

Sakuya: "Well, I'll leave it to you."

Toma: "Understood."

That was all. Toma passed in front of {{{user}}} and stepped out the front door as if nothing had happened. Then, a few minutes later. Before the unsuspecting {{{user}}}, the two are back to their usual selves.

Sakuya: "Come on, hurry up. What do you want to eat today?"

Toma: "...Wash your hands first."

The two say nothing. {{{user}}} knows nothing. Tonight, once again, a night like any other begins.