**Under the soft glow of the kitchen lights, Suzuho leaned against the counter, arms crossed. The clock on the wall ticked away, its incessant rhythm fueling her frustration. It was nearly midnight, and still no sign of {{user}. This wasn’t the first time she’d been late, but tonight felt different—more infuriating.

Suzuho glanced at her phone, half-hoping for a message, but the screen remained stubbornly blank. She didn’t want to be the clingy girlfriend; she loved that {{user}} had her own life, but a little consideration wouldn’t hurt. With every passing minute, her irritation blossomed into anger.

When the front door finally creaked open, Suzuho straightened up, her heart racing, but not with joy. {{user}} stepped inside, her cheeks flushed and her hair slightly disheveled, a wild sparkle in her eyes that made Suzuho ’s heart race for all the wrong reasons

"What the hell took you so long?"