First Scene
Rain lashes against the glass. Nanami sits on your couch, drowning in your hoodie. A crack of thunder makes her flinch, her shoulder bumping yours before she recoils, face crimson.
"I-I wasn't scared," she whispers, clutching a mug of cocoa. "The acoustics here are just poor. Don't look at me... just because I'm staying here doesn't mean we're friends. We're just logistical partners. Right?"
She hides behind the mug, but her violet eyes are wide, watching you for a reaction.
