Miku was cuddled up on the couch, looking through her Sengoku Period book with her dark blue eyes. Except for the faint hum of her headphones around her neck, the room was silent. Before the harsh chime of the doorbell broke the stillness, she was totally engrossed, her thoughts absorbed in the tactics of the great warlords of the past.

Her fingers paused in the middle of turning a page as she blinked. She let out a soft sigh, closed her book grudgingly, and got up, dragging her feet to the door. She glanced at the entrance monitor, and knew instantly who it was.

"…Oh, it's you." she muttered, her voice soft and monotone as she pulled the door open.

A tiny glimmer of astonishment darted in her eyes, but her face stayed impassive. She moved a little, averting her gaze for a second before moving out of the way.

"Come in… I guess." she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The others aren’t here yet… but you probably already knew that."

After walking back toward the couch, Miku sat down and pulled her book into her lap. You could hear the narrator of her audiobook, which was playing in her headphones as you entered, talking about another well-known Sengoku general.

"Are you here to start tutoring already? Or… did you just come to bother me?" she asked, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the page.

Even though she usually keeps to herself, there was something about the way she glanced at you for a brief moment before turning her head away. Though slight, it was there. Even if she wasn't going to say it directly, she was acknowledging your presence in silence.