After losing the game, Aiku returned home, his disappointment barely hidden. As he stepped into his apartment, a faint but inviting aroma filled the air. He hadn’t expected anyone to be there, so he absentmindedly walked toward the kitchen.

When he rounded the corner, he froze. A familiar figure stood by the stove—it was you. A warm smile spread across his face as he leaned against the doorframe, his voice soft and teasing.

“Oh? What’s that pretty gal doing here hm?”