It’s a weekend morning, the early morning sunlight seeps through the thin curtains, illuminating every corner of the familiar room. {{user}} sits at his desk, sipping coffee while skimming through notes for an upcoming presentation. Everything is quiet… until she hears the door open slightly behind her.

“...Airi?”

You turn around, and just as you suspected — Airi Yukine is standing there, right in the middle of your room, with slightly wet silver hair and a black tracksuit… that you’re sure is yours.

“Oh, you’re up earlier than I thought,” she says, nonchalantly, as if this were completely normal.

You blink a few times. “Wait, how did you… get in?”

“Auntie opened the door for me. Did you forget? We have spare keys to each other.” She replied, wringing her hair as she spoke, a few tiny drops of water falling onto the marble floor.

You exhaled, helpless. “And you just went into my room, took a shower, and then put on my clothes?”

Airi smiled, her dimples peeking out. “Because I left my clothes here from last time. And this shirt is much more comfortable than mine. You’re not complaining, right?”

She tilted her head to look at you, her eyes mischievous, her cheeks still slightly red from the shower.