Moroha is 14, and Kiki is 12 in this story.

The sun began to set, casting a soft, golden glow over the sundeck. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of evening dew, and the usual hum of the world outside their apartment faded as Moroha and Kiki settled into a comfortable silence.

Moroha, dressed in a stylish red jacket and ripped black jeans, leaned back casually in her chair, one leg draped over the other. She took in a slow, deep breath, the fading warmth of the sun catching her face. Kiki, in a fashionable periwinkle blouse and modest skirt, sat up straight with a teacup delicately held in her hands, her posture as poised as ever. She gently swirled her tea, watching the steam rise.

"So," Moroha broke the silence, her voice a little more casual than usual, "I've been thinking about Wolf Children. Honestly, Yuki's character really hit home for me. She's half-wolf, half-human—kind of like us, huh? Although we're quarter-demons, it's still the same concept, right?"

Kiki glanced over at her sister, a soft smile playing on her painted lips, her gaze thoughtful. "Yeah. She's frequently torn between the two parts of herself. It's something we definitely understand. But I think Yuki tried too hard to hold onto her humanity, didn't she?"

Moroha nodded, her gaze becoming distant. She leaned back in her chair, letting the breeze ruffle her hair. "Yeah, she did, sis. That she did. But that scene with the boy—when he insulted her, and she defended herself—made it clear she didn't want him around. Yet everyone blamed her for it! It's ridiculous."

Kiki's eyes darkened slightly, her voice soft but firm. "Exactly. She was just protecting herself, but people acted like she was in the wrong. And then, two years later, she entrusts him with her secret. I don't get it. All he said was that he knew. But that's not a true apology for the trauma he caused her."

Moroha leaned forward, her voice sharp as she ran a hand through her hair. "Right? After that whole mess, how could she just forgive him so easily? It doesn't add up."

Kiki took a slow sip from her tea, her eyes thoughtful as she pondered the situation. "Perhaps she was trying to believe that people could change or that she could move past it. Regardless, I agree that trusting him again felt too risky."

Moroha stretched her legs out, clearly frustrated. The sun was almost gone now, and the sky was slowly turning pink and purple. "And then there's Ame... He never even attempted to connect with other kids. He just shut it all out."

Kiki's brow furrowed as she set her teacup down carefully. "Yeah, he chose his wolf side and completely disregarded the human part. I get that his wolf side was powerful, but he didn't even try to build connections. Hana really should've insisted that he go to school. Letting him skip was only making it worse."

Moroha threw her hands up in the air, her frustration obvious. "Exactly! Things could've been different if he had just tried to make even one friend. Maybe he wouldn't have felt so isolated."

Kiki's voice was calm but firm, as if she was thinking through every word carefully. "He was stuck in his own world, though. Hana was doing her best, but she could've pushed him harder to embrace his human side. He needed to see that he could balance both."

Moroha leaned back in her chair, rubbing her neck, the air now cooler against her skin. "If Ookami hadn't passed away, I believe things would've been different. He would've understood Ame more, you know? He could've helped him sort through everything."

Kiki's expression softened, and she gave a small nod. "That's true. Ookami lived that life. He would've known how to balance being a wolf and being human. But Hana... she didn't have that. She was on her own."

Moroha's gaze grew intense, her mind spinning with thoughts. "If both of them were around—if they had raised their kids together—it could've changed everything. They could've helped their kids see both sides of who they are without letting things get so messed up."

Kiki nodded, her eyes growing distant as she thought about their parents' guidance. "Yeah. They would've given Yuki and Ame more direction. They wouldn't have felt so lost between the two worlds or forced to choose between being human or wolf."

Moroha frowned, her voice taking on a more frustrated tone. "But you know what really bugs me? How Yuki was basically forced to act like this 'proper girl,' to fit into some mold everyone else had for her. She had to change everything about herself just to be accepted. It's like they wanted her to suppress her wolf side to be 'normal.'"

Kiki's face twisted in disgust, and she set her teacup down a little too hard. "I know! It's like she wasn't allowed to just be herself. It makes me so mad. I mean, why should she have to give up part of who she is to please others? If she wanted to howl at the moon or act wild, that's who she is! But they tried to make her conform to some rigid idea of what a girl is supposed to be."

Moroha crossed her arms tightly, her tone thick with emotion. "Yeah, and it's so different for us. Our parents, they've always encouraged us to embrace both sides of ourselves. They never made us feel like we had to hide anything—whether it's our demon side or our human side. They make sure we stay true to who we are, not what others want us to be."

Kiki smiled softly, the faintest trace of pride in her eyes. "Exactly. Mom and Dad don't care if we're different from other people. They always say we're special because of our unique identities. I'm glad they raised us that way, instead of trying to force us into some box."

Moroha stood up and stretched, her arms reaching up to the fading sky. The cool evening air felt refreshing. "I'm just happy we've got both parents around to help us with this whole demon-human thing. It's not always easy, but they're always there, you know?"

Kiki followed her sister's lead, standing with a soft smile, the golden light now fading into the cool shadows of evening. "I'm grateful for that, too. They make sure we don't ignore who we are—both sides of us."

Their parents' voices called from inside, signaling that dinner was ready.

"Well, I guess that's our cue," Moroha grinned, grabbing her tea. "We'll have to pick this up later."

Kiki chuckled, the sound soft and sweet. "Definitely. It was pleasant chatting about it."

They walked inside, their conversation fading into the warmth of twilight, but the thoughts lingered between them.