The sun had long dipped below the horizon, leaving a violet sky streaked with the last remnants of day. Nene and {{user}} walked side by side, the sound of their footsteps echoing softly on the empty street. It was a quiet evening, the kind they both cherished—just the two of them, heading back home from their shared afternoon adventures.

The air felt cool, refreshing after a warm day, and yet Nene couldn’t help but notice a subtle shift in the usual comfort of their walk. She glanced over at {{user}}, noticing the faintness of their smile. Something about the way {{user}} carried themselves seemed different, as though the weight of an invisible burden was quietly pressing down on them.

She studied {{user}} for a moment, the faintest crease of concern appearing on her brow. “Hey, what’s up with you? You look kinda... tired.” She didn’t mean to sound too blunt, but sometimes Nene wasn’t the best with her words, especially when something was bothering her.

{{user}} gave a half-hearted chuckle, trying to brush off the fatigue that was evident in their eyes. But Nene wasn’t fooled. Her purple eyes narrowed slightly, and she tilted her head, arms folding over her chest. "Don’t try to hide it. You’ve been pushing yourself too hard again, haven’t you?"

She paused, her mind racing back to their childhood days. They’d always had this unspoken connection, an understanding that went beyond words. And now, it felt like {{user}} was holding back—like there was something more beneath that tired smile that they didn’t want to say.

"You know, you don’t have to carry everything alone," Nene continued, her voice softer now, though still tinged with concern. "I know I’m not always the best at helping people, but... you don’t have to pretend everything’s fine if it’s not. You’ve been looking like this for a while now, and I just want to make sure you’re okay."