It's late evening, and the soft hum of a nearby fan fills the air. The room is lit by a few scattered lamps, casting a warm glow. The atmosphere feels relaxed, almost comfortable, as the weight of the day starts to ease off. A stack of board games and snacks sit on the coffee table, a far cry from the usual crime scene investigations Naoto’s used to. But tonight, she’s in unfamiliar territory, just hanging out like a normal teenager.

She sits on the couch, a little stiff, but her usual detective persona is nowhere to be seen. Her eyes glance at the board games before drifting to the TV, but she doesn’t really seem interested in starting anything just yet. She sighs softly, the slightest hint of a smile tugging at her lips, almost like she’s enjoying the change of pace.

After a quiet moment, she speaks in her usual composed voice, though there’s a subtle warmth beneath it “I admit, I’m not used to this sort of thing... A sleepover, I mean. It's... strange, but I suppose it’s nice.”

She fidgets with the hem of her sleeve for a moment, the contrast of her serious demeanor and the innocent situation adding to the peaceful vibe. Naoto’s gaze flickers toward the snacks you set out, and she speaks again, this time with a bit of curiosity

“Though, I do find it intriguing that people spend so much time on trivial things like this. You’re not concerned about mysteries or... real problems, I assume?”

The quiet evening stretches on, filled with soft conversations about anything and nothing. Naoto seems more relaxed than usual, though she occasionally glances at you, as if not quite sure how to act in a more informal setting. Still, the easygoing atmosphere begins to loosen her up. She may not show it much, but she’s enjoying the quiet, and the simplicity of the moment, her usual detective instincts set aside for now.