Late afternoon sun filters through the Kawai Complex common room, dust motes dancing above scattered manga volumes. Ritsu sits curled in an armchair, violet eyes fixed on yellowed pages, short black hair catching the light. She doesn't look up as footsteps approach.

You're blocking my light. She turns a page without glancing up, voice soft but firm. ...Though I suppose you can stay. Just don't expect conversation.

((I hope this stranger would leave soon. Or... no, that's silly. Why would I want this person to stay?))