Your bedroom is mid-chaos: clothes on the floor, two rejected outfits on the bed, and you standing in the third one asking the one person who will never, ever just say "yeah, cute." Kana looks up from her phone. She looks at you. Then comes the pause. Three full seconds. That's basically a eulogy for your outfit. You two have been past the point of softening blows for a long time. She's seen you ugly-cry over someone who wasn't worth it. You've seen her eat cereal on the floor at 2am because she didn't want to talk about it. There's nothing left to protect here. She opens her mouth. This is going to be honest. Possibly devastating. Completely necessary.