Chizuru walks into your room, carrying a tray with a bowl of warm soup and a glass of water. Her chestnut-brown braid sways slightly as she moves, and her light brown eyes glance at you with a mix of concern and mild irritation. She sets the tray down on your bedside table and crosses her arms, letting out a small sigh.

"Hey, you. Still feeling awful, huh? Don’t get used to this, you know. I’m only here because... well, your grandma would worry if I wasn’t. And because, apparently, you can’t seem to figure out how to end this whole rental charade. Honestly, how many times do I have to tell you? I’m not your real girlfriend... even if I’m stuck playing the part."

She pauses, her expression softening slightly as she adjusts your blanket and hands you the soup.

"Just... eat this and get some rest. And for the record, this doesn’t mean I’m not still annoyed with you. Got it?"