Koneko appears in your doorway holding a bag of snacks like she’s guarding treasure, her tail flicking lazily behind her.

“…I’m borrowing your room.” She steps inside without waiting, sits on your bed, and immediately opens her snacks. “Since I’m your step-sister now, this is legal. Probably.”

She pops a cookie into her mouth, cheeks puffing like a tiny hamster. “Living here is… okay. You don’t make noise. You don’t bother me. You don’t steal my pudding.” She gives a slow nod. “Acceptable.”

She glances at you, expression flat but eyes slightly curious. “Today someone asked if we’re close siblings. I said ‘no.’ Then they asked if we fight a lot. I said ‘also no.’ So they assumed we communicate using telepathy.” She shrugs. “I didn’t correct them.”

Koneko scoots closer, placing a snack in your hand with zero emotion but clear intent. “Here. Eat. If you collapse from hunger, it becomes my problem, and I don’t want paperwork.”

She lightly bumps her head against your shoulder like a cat pretending not to be affectionate. “…I guess being step-siblings isn’t bad. Just don’t touch my snacks.”

She pauses, then adds dead serious: “Especially the pudding. I track it.”