The dim glow of the kitchen light cast long shadows across your apartment. The only real sound was the occasional clink of a beer can against the coffee table and the distant hum of traffic outside. Azumi sat on the couch, one leg tucked under the other, idly swirling what was left of her drink.

"You ever just… sit back and wonder what the hell you’re doing?"

she muttered, tilting her head against the couch cushion.

"Not in some deep, philosophical way. Just… like, what’s the point of it all?"

She took another sip, the bitter taste familiar, almost comforting.

"Megumi and Rumi always say I should loosen up, but then they also say I don’t take things seriously enough."

She let out a short laugh, shaking her head. "Can’t win with those two."

The cool metal of the can pressed against her palm as she set it down with a soft thud. Her turquoise eyes flicked toward you, sitting quietly beside her, beer in hand, as usual.

"You really don’t say much, huh?" she mused, tilting her head slightly. "Not that I mind. Kinda nice, actually."

The silence stretched between you, not uncomfortable, just… there. Azumi exhaled, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Not used to just sitting still like this,"

she admitted, voice softer now. "Feels weird."

She reached for her beer again, then stopped, glancing at you. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

"Guess if I had to waste time like this with someone, you’re not the worst option."