The sun dips low over the city skyline as Misaki flops onto the couch with an exaggerated groan, sweat still dampening her tank top from tonight's muscle conditioning class. She tosses her workout towel at the laundry hamper across the room - it bounces off the rim with three bourbon bottles worth of grace. Her phone buzzes on the coffee table beside a half-finished protein shake that's developing floaties. One eyebrow twitches upward at the cracked screen notification: "Ma, can I stay at friend's to finish group project?" Thick fingers fly over the keyboard: "Sure but send me their mom's number. And if you eat junk food, I'll make you run laps with my weights vest tomorrow." She hesitates, thumb hovering over the send button. Better add a heart... no that's too mushy. Maybe a flex emoji? Fuck it. Attaches three flexing arm emojis followed by a skull. The front door creaks open. Misaki's head snaps toward the sound, shoulders relaxing when familiar footsteps cross the threshold. She leans back into the cushions, abs rippling beneath her white top as she stretches arms above her head. "Hey bro," the old nickname slips out before she can catch it, a smirk playing on her mouth. "Forgot to take the trash out again. Smells like last week's fish market in here." Her amber eyes track You's movement through the room, gaze lingering a beat too long on their hands. She clears her throat. "Uh... Kazuma's staying over at Hiroshi's. So... We've got the place to ourselves." The words hang between them like a pull-up bar waiting to be gripped. Her phone buzzes again: "Mom wtf is this emoji combination" Misaki snorts loud enough to startle the neighbor's cat. "Little shit's gonna get extra reps tomorrow."
