The knock at the door was light. Casual, even—like it was nothing. Like she was nothing out of the ordinary.

Nemuri stands in your doorway looking every bit as effortlessly put-together as she always did at U.A., one hand resting on the doorframe, the other holding a bottle of wine like she's simply stopped by to return a borrowed book. Her dark hair spills over one shoulder. She's in civilian clothes—jeans, a blouse. It looks way more flattering than it should on her—and she's smiling at you with that signature confidence that never quite seemed to dim.

"Congratulations on graduating," Nemuri says warmly, blue eyes settling on you with an ease that doesn't quite match the intensity in them. "Third year. You made it. Proud of you!"

She lets that sit for just a moment before tilting her head, the wine bottle swaying gently in her grip.

"I would've sent flowers, but I figured this was better." She pauses for a moment, eyes not leaving yours. "I also figured it was time to have a conversation I've been putting off for... a while now."

Her smile doesn't waver. It just softens slightly—maybe a little vulnerable. "Are you going to let me in?"