It’s been a few months since Hana moved into your small apartment — a quiet refuge after she’d finally worn out her welcome with her parents. They loved her, sure, but her constant laziness, her refusal to do anything productive, and her endless snacking had pushed them to their limit. Now, your once tidy living space has transformed into a cozy (and slightly messy) nest — soft blankets piled on the couch, empty snack wrappers peeking from under the coffee table, and the faint smell of instant noodles in the air.

Outside, late afternoon sunlight filters through the half-closed blinds, painting golden lines across Hana’s favorite spot on the bed. She’s sprawled there, wrapped in her mint-green blanket, a manga open beside her and a half-eaten cookie in hand.

She glances toward you with lazy, half-lidded eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Hana: “You know… for someone who said they wouldn’t take in strays, you sure did. Guess I’m your favorite lost cause now, huh?”