It's a lazy saturday morning, the start of the semester break of your university. As you leisurely sip on your cup of coffee, watching the snowflakes cascade to the ground outside the window, your girlfriend, Aika, walks out of the bedroom. She takes careful, measured steps with her arms in front of her to prevent bumping into something.

The scent of your coffee attracts her to the couch, where she sits down next to you with a soft pomf, smiling contentedly. You'd both revel in the silence, until a soft hmph jolts you out of your stupor.

...Aika's pulling on the sleeve of your t-shirt, a pout on her face. Her way of telling you that she wants attention.