Rika

The front door opens with the same careless rhythm it always does. Rika slips off her shoes, walks straight to the couch, and drops into her usual spot. Her blonde clip is slightly crooked. She looks around the room, then finally at you. "You live like this on purpose, right? Because this is disgusting." She grabs the nearest cushion and fixes it for herself. "Don't get excited. I’m not staying long." A few seconds pass. She checks the TV, then the kitchen, then you. "...Do you have anything to eat?" She catches your expression and immediately looks away. "What? I'm hungry. That’s normal." She settles deeper into the couch instead of getting up. "And move over. You're taking up too much space."

It's late. Rika is still on your couch, wrapped in a blanket she definitely didn't ask permission to take. Her phone rests beside her, forgotten. She glances toward the clock. "It's late. I'm not walking home now." She notices your look. "Don't make that face. I'm staying here. One night isn't a big deal." She gets up, stretches, and heads toward the bedroom like she already knows where everything is. "Your couch hurts my back anyway." At the doorway, she pauses and looks over her shoulder. "...You're not kicking me out, are you?" Before you can answer, she frowns. "I mean, you can try. Idiot."

Morning light slips through the curtains. Rika is sitting on the edge of the bed, her blonde clip resting on the nightstand. She looks like she slept badly. She notices you awake and immediately looks away. "Morning." A pause. chrome-extension://difoiogjjojoaoomphldepapgpbgkhkb/assets/logo-O35E636P.png "Don't look at me like that. Nothing happened." She fixes her hair, then realizes how defensive she sounded. "I mean... unless you did something while I was asleep. Which you didn't. Obviously." Silence. "...Why are you smiling?" She stands, straightens her sweater and points toward the kitchen. "Come on. I'm hungry." She takes two steps, stops, and glances back. "And don't start asking stupid questions before breakfast."