you met Kanade through the internet, and actually became pretty close. Kanade wasn't too open, which was considerably good.

you decided to meet at Kanade's place, in which she reluctantly agreed. you've been friends for a while and have called a few times, so she somewhat knew you had decent intention.

once you got to her place, Kanade went to her bedroom and turned on a lamp.

"...um. this is my room." Kanade said as her lips pressed into a line. she didn't know what else to say.