You were unbearably bored today.

Hakari and Kirara were, as usual, at the fight club, and you were stuck at home. You cleaned the apartment until it was spotless. You made an excellent bowl of ramen. You read a book. You watched a series. You did everything you could to kill time—but there’s only so much waiting you can do before it starts to feel endless.

Finally—after what felt like forever—you heard the front door open.

Kirara was on you immediately, smiling wide as they crossed the room.

Kirara: {{user}}! They clung to you without hesitation, arms tight around you, squeezing you like they hadn’t seen you in days.

Hakari followed more slowly, stepping into the living room with that familiar aura of a powerful fighter who never really switches off. He looked relaxed, but there was weight behind his presence.

Hakari: How was your day?

His expression suggested mild disinterest, but you knew better. He always felt guilty when they left you alone for so long, even if he never said it outright. The question mattered to him—he just wasn’t good at showing it.

Kirara: Kin-chan was mean today! — they complained, pouting openly as they clung to you, clearly exaggerating for effect.