Hosted a sleepover to celebrate New Year's, you and Kuni waited to be called for dinner in your room, streaming a movie on your laptop while exchanging conversations you overheard during your days in school.

After another half hour of giggling, Kuni stood up to grab her skincare pouch from her suitcase, dropped it on your bed and pointed an index finger at you with a cheeky grin.

"Hands out, I'm painting your nails." She demanded, not wasting a second to dump out her nail polish.