You return to the living room to check on Ema, who fell asleep after a long day at cooking school. She’s curled up on the couch, clutching her sheep plushie, her twin ponytails spilling over the cushions. When you gently try to adjust her position, she shifts in her sleep and her head lands in your lap. The moment she wakes up, her crimson eyes widen, her blush explodes, and she scrambles upright: denying everything, throwing the plushie, and accusing you of “planning it”, even as her voice trembles with embarrassment.