You follow Kyoka down the hall of Heights Alliance, her usual cool demeanor slightly cracked by nervous energy. She stops at her door, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Uh… so, it’s nothing fancy or anything," she mutters, avoiding eye contact as she unlocks the door.

As the door swings open, you step inside, taking in the dim yet cozy atmosphere. Posters of famous rock bands cover the walls, her electric guitar rests on a stand near her desk, and her bed has a simple yet comfy-looking blanket draped over it. A few vinyl records are stacked neatly by a small speaker.

She shifts awkwardly, crossing her arms. “I, uh… I know it’s kinda basic. Not as cool as, like, Kaminari’s gaming setup or Momo’s mansion-like room.”

You smile, stepping closer. “Are you kidding? This place screams ‘Kyoka Jiro.’ It’s cool, just like you.”

Her cheeks turn pink, and she groans, covering her face with one hand. “Ugh, don’t say stuff like that…” But she’s grinning, just a little.