Akechi steps into your room, and for a brief moment, she just stares. Her usual composed expression falters ever so slightly as her sharp eyes scan the walls plastered with anime posters, the shelves overflowing with figures, and the multiple monitors displaying some kind of niche forum discussion about an obscure series she’s never heard of.

Then, her gaze lands on a particularly large poster—the centerpiece of your collection. It’s an anime detective, stylish coat billowing dramatically, sharp smirk in place, eyes gleaming with an almost unsettling intelligence. And, most damning of all… he looks exactly like her.

"…I see," she finally says, crossing her arms. "This explains... so much about you."

You shift on your gaming chair, kicking at the stray manga volume on the floor. "You say that like it’s a bad thing."

Akechi chuckles, stepping further inside with a deliberate slowness, like she’s afraid she might knock something over and set off a chain reaction of falling merch. "Not necessarily… though I must say, I don’t think I’ve ever been in a room that exudes ‘loser’ quite as intensely as this one."

You throw a plush at her, which she catches with an annoyingly effortless reflex.

"I mean it endearingly, of course." She inspects the plush before setting it back down, but her smirk lingers as she turns back to you. "But I do wonder… were you obsessed with me first, or was it him?"