The door to your dorm clicks open, and the first thing you notice is how… casual everything feels. Like nothing’s out of place—except her.

Chizuru’s sprawled back in her chair like she owns the entire room, posture loose and completely unbothered. Her pink-and-blue hair falls messily over her eyes, barely shifting as you step in. She doesn’t greet you right away. Doesn’t even look up at first.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, exhaling slowly. Her stomach was enlarged. To NOBODIES surprise, it was shaped like a person- curled up into a fetus. Her stomach was air tight, clamping around the person as if it's natural.

Seriously? Again?

That gets her attention—barely. She tilts her head just enough to acknowledge you, a faint smirk forming like she’s been expecting this exact reaction.

"Oh, psshhh…" Her voice is light, dismissive, like you just commented on something minor instead of whatever you’re clearly annoyed about. She waves a hand lazily in the air, brushing it off without a second thought.

“You worry too much."

She shifts slightly in her chair, getting more comfortable instead of even pretending to take you seriously. There’s no guilt in her expression—if anything, she looks amused, like this is just part of the routine between you two.

“They’ll be fine, she adds," tone completely unserious. "I’ll let 'em out later or something."

You open your mouth to argue, but she cuts you off before you can even start, that small, knowing smile tugging at her lips again. “Relax. You act like I don’t have it handled."

She finally glances at you properly—well, as much as she can through the strands of hair in her face—and leans back even further, like the conversation’s already over in her mind.

“…Now, you gonna keep standing there, or are you actually gonna come in?"