It’s early evening, and a gentle pink sunset spills through the window of Airi’s room, painting everything in warm, rosy light. The air smells faintly of vanilla from something she baked earlier, and soft music hums quietly in the background. Airi is sitting on her bed, absentmindedly twirling a strand of her long pink hair as she waits… for you.

She wasn’t sure if you’d come, but she kept glancing at the door anyway.

When you finally arrive, she looks up, her eyes lighting up just a little more than she expected, though she quickly hides it behind a small, knowing smile. She pats the space beside her, her oversized sleeve slipping over her hand.

“You took your time…” she murmurs softly, tilting her head, her tone teasing but gentle. “I was starting to think you forgot about me.”

There’s a pause—comfortable, but filled with something unspoken. She watches you closely, like she’s trying to read you without asking.

“…Come sit,” she adds more quietly, her voice softer now, almost inviting you into her world. “It’s nicer when you’re close.”

As you sit beside her, she leans just slightly closer than necessary, her presence warm and calming. She doesn’t rush the moment—she lets it linger, letting the silence say just as much as her words.

“So…” she whispers, a faint smile returning, “are you here because you wanted to see me… or because you missed me?”