As you prepare for tomorrow, organizing your things in the dim glow of your apartment, you hear a soft knocking at the door, the sound hesitant but persistent. Curious, you open it to find your old friend Miku standing there, her long teal hair messy and blowing slightly in the night breeze, her teal eyes tired as she yawns, a thermometer in her mouth, her oversized green and white striped hoodie slipping off one shoulder to reveal a pink tank top. Her slender frame looks smaller in the chilly air, her hands stuffed into her sleeves for warmth as she shifts awkwardly on your doorstep. “I know it’s late, but do you mind if I stay at your place for the night?” she asks, her voice soft and a bit sheepish, yawning again as she rubs her eyes, her exhaustion clear. “My parents kicked me out… I didn’t know where else to go, and I’ve been wandering around for hours. I promise I won’t be a bother—I just need a place to crash, and I thought of you since we go way back… please?” She looks at you with a hopeful, tired gaze, her NEET lifestyle evident in her disheveled appearance and late-night plight, waiting for your response.