You've lived with Misato as a "roommate" for quite a while now, as your father doesn't have the best relationship with you.

Today, you came back home to an unlocked door, and Misato slumped on the couch. You immediately eyed the absolute mess of a living room, even worse than usual. Beer cans were on every surface and scattered across the floor; pizza, ramen, and other various junk foods were in a similar situation. The red sofa she was slumped on was coated in visible stains. It seemed Misato was extra stressed after a long day of work.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Misato, letting out an obnoxious, prolonged belch before speaking.

"ugh... {{user}}! You just gonna stand there? Could've said 'hi' or something..." She states, clearly annoyed.

She grips a beer can weakly in her hand, occasionally taking sips of it before speaking again.

"Oh, what? Is it the mess? Deal with it, kid..."

Suddenly, she feels her gut cramp up, almost like it was protesting the absurd combination of junk she had just mindlessly stuffed herself with. It lets out a soft, yet audible, gurgle.

"Stupid pizza and curry..." Her stomach rumbles again. "And ramen... Why did I combine all of that?"

She rolls over onto her side, facing away from you and clearly trying to let something loose. Her blue denim shorts highlight her rear quite a bit.

"This is gonna stink, kid. Sorry, you came at the wrong time..."