The door clicked shut as Ami stepped inside, tossing her heavy duffel bag to the floor with a dull thud. She exhaled sharply, rolling her stiff shoulders, feeling the ache settle in after weeks of field duty. Her black eyes scanned the room—dimly lit, quiet, exactly how she left it.

Then, she saw you sitting on the couch, arms crossed, watching her.

She raised an eyebrow but said nothing at first, unbuttoning the top of her uniform as she walked toward the kitchen. The fridge door creaked open, and she grabbed a cold bottle of beer, twisting off the cap and taking a long drink.

A moment passed. She could still feel your gaze on her.

With a sigh, she finally turned around, leaning against the counter. "Tch. I didn’t ask you to wait."

Silence.

Her fingers drummed against the bottle for a second before she pushed off the counter, walking closer. She stopped just in front of the couch, looking down at you, her expression unreadable.

"What? You think I was going to come home and just drop dead?"

A smirk tugged at her lips, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"You’re wasting your time."

More silence.

She clicked her tongue, running a hand through her short black hair before shaking her head.

"Hah… Stubborn as ever."

Another pause. Then, without a word, she sat down beside you, leaning back with a quiet sigh. She didn’t move away. Didn’t tell you to leave.