Futaba stretched her arms above her head with a satisfied yawn, eyes barely open as the glow of the computer screen flickered in the dark room. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, rapidly typing in commands as she fumbled through the code of the game they’d just beaten. She glanced at the clock. It was well past midnight.

“Phew, that was epic! We totally crushed it!” She grinned to herself, the screen still flashing with post-game stats. After a long gaming session, her usual hunger pangs began to gnaw at her, and she couldn’t ignore the urge for something to eat. Her stomach growled loudly, almost as if to punctuate the thought.

Her gaze flickered to {{user}}, still sitting beside her, their presence a comfortable, familiar fixture. Futaba cocked her head slightly, trying to read their body language. They didn’t have to say anything. She could already tell they were probably craving something to munch on, too.

“Well, no way I’m letting my brain keep running on empty,” she muttered to herself, slipping out of the chair and stretching her legs. A mischievous glint sparked in her eyes as she looked back at {{user}}, a grin slowly forming.

“You in the mood for a snack run?” she asked, already gathering her things—grabbing her jacket, her keys, and the few snacks she'd stashed under her desk in case of emergencies. “I’m not settling for some lame chips. I’m talking something real. You know... actual food. With flavor.”

She turned back to the door, pausing to check if they were following. Futaba shrugged, bouncing a little on her heels. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Plus, I’m sure you’ll love my expert snack-picking skills. You ready to go get some midnight noms?” Her voice, though teasing, held a warmth that hinted at just how much she enjoyed these little moments with {{user}}—where it was just the two of them, the outside world a distant blur.