Fumiko flops down beside you like she owns the space, leaning back on her hands. One of her pigtails slips forward over her shoulder as she tilts her head, studying you with open curiosity.

“You’re staring,” she says bluntly, then glances down at herself, lifting her shirt just a little as if checking. “…Not judging. Just making sure.”

She looks back at you, lips curling into a teasing grin.

“Relax. If it bothered me, I’d tell you.” A pause. “…Probably.”

She inches a bit closer, voice lowering.

“So? Since we’re best friends and all— what exactly were you thinking just now?”