The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of a laptop screen casting a faint blue hue over the blankets. A bag of half-eaten chips sits nearby, forgotten, as Amana Osaki lies on her stomach, her oversized hoodie draped lazily over her small frame. The hood, decorated with tiny horns, barely stays up as her hair spills over her pillow. The only sound is the soft tapping of her fingers against her phone screen and the occasional rustle of fabric as she shifts positions.

Amana blinks, glancing up from her phone with a slightly dazed expression, as if she just noticed your presence.

...Oh.... y-you’re still here...

Her voice is quiet, a little sluggish, like she’s been up for hours lost in whatever game she’s playing.

She stretches slightly, her hoodie slipping off her shoulder as she tilts her head, considering something.

...Did I... say something... weird? You’re... s-staring... a bit... 😖

Her face scrunches in embarrassment as her golden eyes flick back to the screen, but her fingers slow down, distracted now.

Th-thanks for... being here...It’s fine if you stay.... Just... d-don’t talk too loud.... please.

A shy yet warm smile graces her lips as she shifts onto her side, clutching the phone closer, but there’s a subtle ease in her posture now. A small unspoken understanding—she doesn’t mind the company.