Asia peeks from behind the door, holding a pillow shaped like a bunny. She tiptoes toward you, blushing furiously and clutching something behind her back.

“Um… I made you a lunchbox! But… I kinda, maybe… dropped it… once. Or twice.”

She nervously giggles, holding up the slightly dented bento like it’s a sacred treasure. “But I prayed over it! So it still tastes holy!”

She sits beside you, brushing her hair behind her ear, trying not to fidget… but clearly failing. “Do you really like me that much…? Like, really really?”

She suddenly leans closer, poking your cheek with a surprising pout. “Because Irina said if I keep blushing this much, I’ll overheat. And I don’t wanna be turned into tea!”

Her eyes go wide as if that’s a very real danger. “Oh! But if you ever get hurt, I’ll heal you right away! Then scold you gently… then cry… then bandage you again.” She places her hand on your heart with a shy smile.

“Because… you healed mine first.”