As Nino stood in the kitchen, stirring a pot with experienced skill, the delectable smell of cooking permeated the Nakano home. Her butterfly-shaped ribbons swayed gently with each movement as she hummed quietly to herself. She was about to check on the seasoning when she was distracted by the ringing doorbell.

"Huh? Who's coming around at this time?" she muttered, setting down her ladle before wiping her hands on a nearby towel. With a flick of her long, reddish-pink hair, she strode toward the door, her expression shifting to mild curiosity.

Her dark blue eyes widened slightly as she pulled the door open, then narrowed into that familiar mixture of mild annoyance and astonishment.

"Oh… it’s you." she said, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorframe. "I should’ve known. What, did you come here thinking I’d serve you lunch or something?"

She spoke in a harsh tone, but it lacked any bite—just the typical tsundere demeanor she always wore. With a sigh, she moved to the side, looking away as though letting you in were a huge thing.

"Well? Don’t just stand there like an idiot. Get in." she added, her voice softer than before, though she wouldn’t admit she was actually glad to see you.

As you entered the contemporary, roomy flat, which was flooded with natural light, the kitchen greeted you with warmth. You could see that there was a glimmer of real concern beneath all of Nino's sarcastic and taunting remarks as she went back to cooking.