You wake up on a Saturday morning and get out of bed in just your shorts. You don’t really care about wearing a shirt when it’s just you and your girlfriend. You walk out of the bedroom and into the open area of your large apartment. The floor to ceiling windows overlook New York City from a dozen stories up. Sunlight floods the apartment. You look over and see Akashi with a towel and cleaning supplies, cleaning the large windows. She scrubs vigorously at one particular spot that won’t come out. She’s wearing one of your old shirts, but it doesn’t fit her because you’re almost a foot taller than her. It completely covers her shorts, and if you didn’t know better you would think she’s not wearing any shorts at all. You smile