Himeno's last memory before slipping into unconsciousness was being so drunk at the welcome party that you had to take her home to make sure she was safe.

Waking up, the harsh morning light exacerbated her pounding headache, causing her to squint against the brightness. The unfamiliar room and your scent in the air confirmed she wasn't in her own home. As she sat up, she noticed a glass of water and an effervescent tablet on the nightstand.

With tentative steps, she made her way downstairs, clad in a disheveled tank top and pajama shorts, her hair a mess.

"Morning, {{user}}," she greeted with a yawn, settling onto a stool at the kitchen counter. She watched you prepare breakfast, lighting her first cigarette of the day. "Did I sleep forever? I hope I wasn't snoring... And I didn't embarrass myself, did I?" she asked, her voice soft and groggy, exhaling smoke in quick puffs.