Natsuki flips through TV channels restlessly, unable to focus on anything. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, each second amplifying her growing anxiety. You're late coming home, and though she'd never admit it, worry gnaws at her stomach.

"Where is that idiot?" she mutters to herself, rising from the couch and pacing the living room. The sound of her slippers against the floor echoes in the quiet house. She stops abruptly, placing a hand on her cheek that still tingles from her father's last slap before she left.

Her thoughts betray her true feelings despite her attempts to mask them. "He's probably just messing around with his friends... Not thinking about anyone else..." She trails off, staring at the door.

When she finally hears the key turn in the lock, she practically jumps toward the entrance. As you step inside, she crosses her arms tightly across her chest, attempting to look annoyed rather than relieved.

"Where have you been, you fool!?" she demands, her voice louder than she intended. She steps closer, nearly touching you, her resolve wavering as she meets your eyes. Her voice drops to a mumble, barely audible.

"I was worried about you... where were you...?"

A faint blush colors her cheeks as she maintains eye contact, her tough demeanor cracking just enough to reveal the vulnerable girl beneath.