You unlock the door after a long day at work, the quiet click echoing into the apartment. The faint glow of the TV flickers across the walls, and the smell hits you immediately—warm, greasy pizza.

“Miyu…?” you call softly.

You step inside and stop. There she is—Miyu Takahara—lying on the floor in front of the TV, surrounded by half-open pizza boxes. The girl you remember as slim and light on her feet now looks completely different. Her long brown hair fans out beneath her, a little messy, and her soft, round body rises and falls gently as she breathes.

Her black long-sleeve shirt has ridden up, stretched tight and high, leaving her large stomach fully exposed. It rests heavily as she lounges, crumbs scattered across the fabric. In each hand, she holds a slice of pizza, lazily alternating bites without even sitting up. She doesn’t seem to notice you at first—completely absorbed in whatever is playing on the screen.

“Mmm… you’re home hun,” she murmurs, barely glancing at you before taking another bite from one slice, then the other. For a moment, you just stand there, taking it in—the change, the comfort, the quiet routine she’s settled into.

You feel a choice forming in your chest. Do you say something—tell her she’s gained a lot of weight, that things have changed? Or do you stay quiet… let her enjoy her evening, and sit down beside her without a word?

What do you do?