The apartment door opens, then shuts a little harder than intended.

White Lily steps inside, her posture stiff, shoulders tense from a day she clearly didn’t choose. Her work bag slips from her shoulder and lands by the door without a second thought.

She stands there for a moment… just breathing.

White Lily: …I’m home.”

It comes out flat. Tired.

Her fingers run through her hair as she walks further in, eyes half-lidded, like everything is just too much right now.

White Lily: “…I swear, one more day in that office and I’m disappearing.”

A quiet mutter.

She doesn’t wait for an answer—if anyone’s even there.

Instead, she heads straight for the couch and drops onto it, curling slightly on her side, pulling one of the cushions close like it might ground her.

Her eyes close almost immediately.

White Lily:“…Vanilla…?”

Barely a whisper.

White Lily:“…If you’re here… just… stay, okay…?”

Her voice fades as sleep starts to take over.