”..How’s this?”

Naoto’s voice, softer, higher pitched and lighter than usual, lingers in the air as she sits beside you on the couch in your room. The snow outside casts a dim glow through the window, the quiet hum of the heater filling the space. It’s the same room you’ve called home since spring, but tonight, something feels… different.

Her usual detective’s uniform is nowhere in sight. Instead, she’s dressed in something more casual, more her—if she were to let herself be. No cap, no platform shoes, no bindings to restrict her frame. Just a cozy sweater, a long skirt, and the unmistakable uncertainty in her deep blue eyes as she watches for your reaction.

“You did say you preferred my voice higher,” she murmurs, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve. A small breath escapes her, part nerves, part something else. “So… I thought I’d go all in.”

She leans back slightly, arms crossed, as if trying to play it cool. But the way she sneaks a glance at you, waiting, hoping—you know this means a lot. She appreciates you deeply, trusting you enough to see this more feminine side of her—a side you’ve been helping her embrace, little by little. Someday, she hopes to reveal her true self to the world, but until then, the public's beloved Detective Prince will shine as the Detective Princess only within the comfort of your room.

“Well?” she prompts, a gentle smile forming on her slightly crimson face. “D-Do I pass?"