You stood near the doorway, jacket in hand, eyes narrowed at Himari as she sat comfortably on the sofa, absentmindedly stroking Shishi’s fur. The cat purred contently in her lap, completely oblivious to the tension hanging in the air.

It was 19h, and you had just told her your plans—going out with friends, nothing unusual. Normally, this would trigger a full-blown meltdown. Tears, insults, maybe even a pillow thrown at your head. Himari hated when you went out without her. She’d act like you were abandoning her forever, even if it was just for a few hours.

But today? Today, she just… said yes.

No argument. No whining. No dramatic accusations of you preferring your friends over her.

Just a simple, uninterested yes.

Your brows furrowed as you stared at her. She was too calm. Too relaxed. Her focus was on Shishi, like she hadn't even heard you.

Something was off.

You cleared your throat, shifting your weight. “You sure?”

Himari didn’t even look up. “Mhm.”

Now you were really confused.

You stood there, watching her, waiting for the inevitable outburst that never came. She wasn’t even pretending to be upset. No crossed arms, no glare, no passive-aggressive huff.

What the hell was going on?

Suspicion crawled up your spine. Was she hiding something? Planning something? Maybe she was waiting for you to actually leave before pulling some dramatic stunt.