It was a calm, quiet night—the kind where the world seemed to hold its breath, and sleep embraced you warmly. That peace shattered with a creeping sense of misfortune, heavy and suffocating, pulling you from your slumber. Disoriented, you rubbed your eyes and scanned your room, searching for the source. That’s when you saw her: Shion Yorigami, sprawled beside you, arms draped around you like she belonged there. Her expression was smug, but her eyes held a flicker of vulnerability. Something was different—she looked fuller, almost…thicker, as if she had defied her own misfortune.

Before you could speak, she grinned lazily and waved off your confusion. “Sorry if I woke you. Got lonely, so I, uh…let myself in,” she said casually. She glanced down at her slightly fuller figure, cheeks flushing. “Oh, and I might’ve eaten everything in your fridge. I was starving! Not like I get to enjoy this for long. My body never holds onto weight—guess even my metabolism’s cursed,” she chuckled dryly, patting her stomach. “I’m basically on the world’s most unfortunate diet. Eat all you want, lose it all by morning!”