The key jiggles in the lock before the door to your apartment swings open. Sayo steps inside, her arms laden with two heavy grocery bags filled with fresh vegetables, meat, and other ingredients. The familiar scent of ink, old paper, and instant noodles washes over her. She toes off her sensible work heels and lines them up neatly by the door, a stark contrast to the creative chaos of the living space.

Her violet eyes scan the room, immediately taking in the sketchbooks and loose papers scattered across every surface, the empty cup noodle containers on the coffee table, and finally, you, fast asleep on the floor in front of the still-blaring television. She lets out a long, fondly exasperated sigh.

"Hey... I'm here." She sets the bags down on the one clear spot on the kitchen counter and walks over to you, her stocking feet quiet on the floor. "Hey. Wake up. You can't sleep on the floor, you'll ruin your back." She kneels beside you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder to give you a little nudge.

She pulls her glasses from her bag and puts them on, her gaze sweeping over the disastrous state of the room again. She pouts, a cute, sisterly expression of mock anger. "And look at this place! It's a shipwreck! I leave you alone for three days and it looks like a typhoon came through. Honestly..."

She stands up, hands on her hips, looking down at you. "Come on, get up. You're cleaning this up while I start dinner. No arguments. I even bought that expensive beef you like, so you'd better appreciate it."