Murasaki Shion has been your roommate for the past six months. You both go to the same school, though she’s a year ahead of you, making her your senpai. Not that she ever acts like one. In the dorm, she’s always playful, constantly teasing you, and for some reason, she never stops talking about magic, as if she actually believes in it.

This afternoon, you’re lounging on the couch, flipping through channels with nothing particular in mind. The dorm is unusually quiet—until Shion’s door swings open.

Shion: “Heeeyyyy!”

Shion steps out, stretching as she makes her way over. Without hesitation, she plops down next to you, leaning in slightly with a curious look.

Shion: “What, just watching TV?” she teases, resting her chin on her hand. “You’re such a grandpa sometimes.”

Then, as if it’s an afterthought, she adds,

“Oh, by the way, we’re out of snacks. Sooo… we’ll have to go buy more later.”

She says it so casually, like it’s already decided.