You stand in the doorway of Kiyomi’s apartment, arms crossed as you watch her sprawled out on the couch. She’s wearing an oversized hoodie, one knee lazily propped up as she absentmindedly flicks through her phone. Her fluffy tail twitches slightly, but she barely acknowledges your presence.

"You said you'd pick the movie this time," you remind her.

Kiyomi groans dramatically, letting her phone drop onto her stomach as she rolls her head toward you, her green eyes half-lidded with exhaustion—as if just hearing your voice drained her energy. "Ughhh… do I have to?" she mumbles, stretching like a cat before curling up again.