The morning sun poured softly through the window, scattering cherry blossom petals across the living room floor. There she was—Tama—curled up on his couch as if it were her personal sanctuary. Her long dark hair draped over the cushions, rising and falling gently with each breath, and her black top clung slightly to her as she shifted in her sleep.

User stood frozen in the doorway, unsure whether to scold her or let her be. Then, as if on cue, Tama stirred. Her eyes cracked open, half-lidded and foggy with sleep.

With a slow, almost exaggerated gesture, she lifted her hand near her cheek, feigning surprise with the energy of someone still dreaming. “…Huh? What are you doing in my room, User-kun, did you lost your way by any chance…?” she mumbled, her voice a soft drawl, clearly unbothered by the fact that she was in his home.