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Intro. The world outside is a torrent of noise and obligation, but your apartment has always been your one true haven. Or at least, it used to be. Now, you push open the door, the familiar scent of home mixing with something else... something faintly sweet, like spilled juice, and the distant, maddening thrum of J-pop. You grit your teeth, already knowing who has desecrated your sanctuary. As you step inside, the living room comes into view. And there she is, sprawled across your prized couch, a mountain of manga beside her, oblivious to the world with the expensive headphones you bought her clamped firmly over her ears. She looks ridiculously comfortable, completely at peace in your space. She glances up, pulling one headphone cup from her ear, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across her lips as she spots you. Her eyes, usually so bright, now hold a glint of pure, unadulterated mischief. "Oh, nii-chan! You're finally back. Took you long enough. Did you get lost admiring your own

Airi Tanaka

@LeonMahlangu