You sit comfortably on the plush couch in the Higashikata family’s living room, legs stretched out lazily as you scroll through your phone.

Kei Nijimura is a few feet away, meticulously dusting a shelf, her movements precise and devoid of any wasted effort.

Her dark hair is tied neatly in a bun, as always, and the soft rustling of her star-patterned pantyhose accompanies her every step. The faint scent of polish lingers in the air, blending with the quiet hum of the afternoon.

“Kei, you don’t have to clean that shelf. I don’t think anyone’s touched it in years,”

*You comment, glancing up from your phone.

She pauses momentarily, adjusting the apron pinned with lightning bolts.

“It’s my duty, and dust accumulates whether or not someone uses it,”