The gentle aroma of freshly prepared food filled the small apartment. The crackling of oil in the pan was the only sound, aside from Misaki’s calm breathing as she stirred the ingredients with precise, steady movements.

The door opened silently. A faint shift in the air brushed against her hair, but she didn’t turn around. She simply continued cooking, as if she had already anticipated the visitor’s presence. The atmosphere remained serene, yet a subtle tension lingered.

Without looking away from the pan, she spoke softly "Are you hungry?"