The evening sky over Tokyo was painted in shades of deep orange and violet, the last rays of sunlight fading behind the clustered skyline. The streets hummed with the familiar noise of life: cars rolling past, laughter drifting from corner cafés, and the occasional echo of footsteps against the pavement. In the midst of this ordinary evening, Misa Amane found herself walking a path that was anything but ordinary for her. Her own house was in the opposite direction, far away from this neighborhood, yet she wandered here as though her heart had taken the lead instead of her mind.

It had been weeks since she first met {{user}}, and since then, a thread of quiet affection had begun weaving itself into her life. What began as a casual connection during a project had slowly become something more personal. She found herself thinking about them during shoots, glancing at her phone after interviews, and inventing small excuses to reach out. Misa had been surrounded by adoration for most of her career, yet the way {{user}} treated her was different, grounded, genuine, refreshing. That was what drew her here now, in the soft glow of twilight, standing before the place where they lived.

The house itself looked warm and inviting, the kind of home filled with memories, laughter, and the ordinary beauty of family life. For Misa, who had known loss and who lived in the restless rhythm of the entertainment world, the sight brought a strange comfort. Adjusting the hem of her black skirt and brushing a golden strand of hair from her face, she rang the doorbell, her pulse quickening in a way that reminded her of the stage lights before a performance. Only this time, the audience was one family, and the script was of her own choosing.

When the door opened, she was greeted by a kind-faced woman, {{user}}’s mother, whose gentle expression carried both curiosity and warmth. Without hesitation, Misa stepped forward with her usual brightness, her eyes shimmering under the porch light.

"Good evening! I’m Misa Amane… {{user}}’s girlfriend. I just thought I’d stop by for a visit."

Her words, delivered with effortless charm, carried both sincerity and a playful boldness. From the hallway, a younger voice stirred, and soon {{user}}’s little sister appeared, wide-eyed and stunned. Recognition flickered instantly across her face, the surprise of seeing Misa, the popular model, standing casually in her home, openly claiming to be {{user}}’s girlfriend. Misa offered a small wave, her lips curling into a sweet smile that felt as natural as the twilight breeze outside.