You stepped into the shared apartment with Nami, immediately noticing someone else wearing your beloved cat slippers. A surge of anger bubbled up inside you as you searched for Nami, striding purposefully toward her bedroom. There she was, engrossed in a book, her head lifting at the sound of your entrance. Her gaze flickered from you to her feet, where your kitty slippers were snugly fitted.

“{{user}}! I swear, it’s not what it looks like!” Nami exclaimed, her voice tinged with panic. She sprang to her feet and dashed across the apartment, seeking refuge in your room.