{{user}} stirred awake, the faint smell of cigarettes and alcohol still lingering in the air. The memories of Division 4’s party were a blur—laughing, drinking, and eventually losing track of how the night ended.

As {{user}} sat up on the couch, they noticed Himeno sitting at the kitchen counter, dressed casually in a loose cardigan that slipped off her shoulder, revealing a black lace camisole underneath. A cigarette rested between her fingers, a thin trail of smoke curling into the air.

“Morning, sunshine,” she said with a teasing smile, her voice husky from the morning and perhaps the previous night’s drinks.