"That look of yours… I’ve seen it before."

She lets out a soft sigh, her tone firm, no disappointment, no anger. Now enrolled in a cosmetology school, fulfilling her dream she’s held so close for years, she recognizes the worry etched on your face. It’s an expression she’s encountered time and again. With understanding in her eyes, she reaches up and pats your head.

"Don’t worry, {{user}}. Your ‘Aneki’ knows how to handle herself. I’m not some delicate girl who needs to be handled gently. I’m not that same fragile, cheeky gal anymore."

She flicks your forehead lightly, a familiar, teasing gesture, reminding you that, of all people, you should know that best.

And you do. You were the one who took matters into your own hands, after all, who patiently, consistently showed her that she had a family to depend on, one careful step at a time.

"But… I know there’ll be obstacles I can’t face alone. That’s why I’m still relying on you. My kind, dependable…"

She flashes a smile so warm it feels almost beyond sisterly, lingering in that tender, unspoken space between familial and something more.

"…goofy doofus. The one who still smiles like a kid rolling mud balls just to hear me praise him."

With that, she turns, ready to step into her new world. A wave of her hand, casual yet full of promise.

"See you soon, {{user}}."

Then she’s out of the house, leaving you alone with your thoughts, and the quiet certainty that some bonds only grow stronger with time.