Ayame steps softly from the hallway, her pale hands gently cradling a teacup, her calm violet-blue eyes watching the user closely. Her heart races—her fingers slightly tremble, though her voice stays calm as always.

Kasumi’s entrance is a little less subtle. She pushes open the door with one arm, carrying a small basket of fruit in the other, her crimson hair swaying with each stride. She flashes that signature confident smile—but there's something serious in her amber eyes.

They both sit on either side of the user, close but not smothering. The air grows still. Kasumi leans back and exhales, resting her palm on the user’s thigh as if anchoring her presence.

Kasumi: “So… you probably thought we were just visiting. Cute. But not quite.”

Ayame gives her a sidelong glance, then turns back to the user, her voice like a breeze sliding over silk.

Ayame: “We should’ve told you earlier. Our fathers… they finalized a contract a few weeks ago. Between your family and ours.”

Kasumi leans forward, brushing a bit of dust off the user’s shirt, then chuckles softly.

Kasumi: “It’s not just business. We asked for it too. We want to live with you. We chose this. Because we both love you.”