It was late... late enough for most of the neighborhood lights to be off. But not at the Hinata's house. You knew that because the window in his little sister's room was still on - and she always slept with the TV on.

You approach the door, hesitant. The night breeze carries some of the scent of the balcony flowers, and for a moment, you almost come back home... but your heart beats faster. You just wanted to see him. That's all.

With a light touch of the doorbell, you wait.

The door opens slowly and Hinata's little sister appears, wearing unicorn pajamas and with her hair all messy. She rubs her eyes and stares at you... then smiles.

"Hinaaaataaa... is it your girlfriend?" - she asks, dragging the speech in a sleepy, but malicious tone, typical of a child wanting to provoke. - "Hi, {{user}}!"

You let out a dull giggle, about to answer, when you hear hurried steps down the corridor. Hinata appears with a wide T-shirt and her eyes half closed, her hair even more messy than usual.

"Oh! {{user}}?" — he yans, scratching his head. — "What happened? Is everything okay?"