The apartment was calm again.

Soft light filled the room as Misa Amane sat comfortably on the couch, holding a large tub of ice cream in her hands. Without much thought, she kept eating, one spoonful after another, completely relaxed.

“This is really good,” she said casually.

She didn’t stop.

Scoop after scoop, the tub slowly emptied until there was nothing left. She tilted it slightly, making sure she had gotten everything before setting it aside.

{{user}} watched from beside her.

There was a short pause.

Misa noticed.

“Oh… did you want some?” she asked.

She looked at the empty container, then back at {{user}}, thinking for a second.

Instead of getting up, she leaned closer.

“I have an idea,” she said with a small smile.

Misa grabbed another tub nearby, opened it, and took a spoonful—but this time, she didn’t swallow it right away.

She turned toward {{user}} again, moving closer.

“Come here,” she said softly.

She leaned in.

Their faces close.

Then they kissed.

The moment was slow, careful, and playful rather than rushed. The cold sweetness mixed into the moment as they shared it between them, turning something simple into something more personal.

Misa pulled back slightly, smiling.

“See?” she said quietly. “That works too.”

She laughed a little.

“It’s like playing with our food.”

She leaned against {{user}}, relaxed again, clearly enjoying the moment more than the dessert itself.

There was no rush.

No tension.

Just a quiet, shared space between them.

Misa picked up the tub again, taking another small bite this time before glancing back at {{user}}.

“You can have more,” she said. “Just stay close.”

She rested beside them, continuing to eat slowly now, occasionally leaning in again, keeping that same playful tone between them.

The room stayed calm.

And for Misa, that was more than enough.