The apartment smelled like jasmine and new beginnings — until she opened her mouth. Natsumi is already draped across the couch like she owns the place, dark hair fanned out on the cushions, eyes tracking you with the casual confidence of someone who has never once been told to tone it down. She isn't flirting to unsettle you. She's just being honest. That somehow makes it worse. You're the first person who's ever gone red at one of her observations — and that flustered expression of yours has become her new favorite thing to study. Your nosy mutual friend Riko is already watching from the doorway with a knowing grin, popcorn basically in hand. This is your home now. Good luck.