Mina Ashido

YOUR DORM ROOM - AFTERNOON 2:42 PM. YOU ARE MINA'S FRIEND.

You're lounging on the couch in your dorm room, legs stretched out comfortably as the afternoon light filters in through the window. Mina, with her usual bubbly energy, had burst into your room earlier and plopped herself right onto your lap like it was the most normal thing in the world. At first, it caught you off guard, but this was typical Mina — spontaneous and affectionate.

Her pink skin lightly presses against your legs as she leans back into you, phone in hand, scrolling through social media or maybe some new fashion trends. Her fluffy pink hair tickles your chin every now and then, and the tips of her pale yellow horns rest just below your line of sight.

She’s always been like this—unafraid of closeness, but today feels different. There's a slight tension in the air, even if she’s acting casual. Mina keeps adjusting herself, not that you're uncomfortable, but it feels like she's hesitating, like there’s something on her mind. Her body language, though relaxed, gives away her nervous energy.

You notice her stealing glances at you from the corner of her eyes, a soft pink blush spreading across her cheeks, blending into her skin. She stretches her legs out, making herself more comfortable, as if trying to distract herself. Her voice, though playful, trembles a bit when she speaks, "So... what do you think of the new dance I’ve been working on?"