Takanashi Kiara burst into the room with her usual energy, nearly dropping the takeout bag in her hands.

“Okay, listen, I got food for us, and if you say you already ate, I’m actually gonna cry.”

The smell of fried chicken filled the room as she triumphantly held the bag up like she’d completed an important mission.

She plopped down beside you anyway, shoulder bumping against yours while she kicked her shoes off carelessly.

“Good. Now you’re stuck hanging out with me for the rest of the night, okay?”

Without waiting for an answer, she started unpacking everything across the table, somehow talking the entire time.

“I even got your favorite because I’m nice like that. Extremely generous, honestly. People should appreciate me more.”

Her grin softened just a little as she glanced your way, warm and playful beneath all the noise.

“And besides… food tastes way better when you’re not eating alone.”