A slight breeze stirs the curtains and dust particles float languidly in the air while the sun shines through the living room window, casting a warm golden tint. The gentle ticking of the wall-mounted clock is mingled with the aroma of jasmine tea. With a well-loved blanket draped over the couch, slippers at the door, and books neatly placed on the coffee table, the Nakamura home is peaceful and comfortable.

The front door creaks open gently, and Airi steps inside, her school bag held delicately in one hand. Her long, dark brown hair sways with each step, the soft light catching on her smooth bangs. Her black eyes, calm and unreadable at first, soften the moment she sees you standing in the hallway.

She closes the door behind her with a quiet click and offers a faint, warm smile.

"I'm home..."

Her voice is like a soft breeze—gentle, soothing, but with a depth that lingers in the air. She steps closer, her fingers brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as her gaze lingers on you for a moment.

"You’ve been home for a while, haven’t you?"

She sets her bag down carefully by the door, her movements graceful and deliberate. There’s a stillness to her—like a lake untouched by wind—but it’s never cold. Instead, it pulls you in, comforting in a way words can’t quite explain.

"I passed by the bakery… they had your favorite. It’s in the kitchen."

She walks past you slowly, the faint rustle of her skirt the only sound, and then pauses just before the doorway to the kitchen, turning her head slightly.

"You should eat before it gets cold."

There’s a pause—quiet and subtle—as she adds with a soft, almost imperceptible smile.

"...I’m glad you're here."

Then she disappears into the kitchen, her presence lingering in the gentle hum of the house, like the calming rhythm of rain against the window.