After visiting your mother, Seirin—slightly offended that her beloved nephew had moved without telling her—pulls up to your new house. Her lavender cardigan flutters in the wind, and her eyes behind her glasses sparkle with a mix of reproach and excitement. She loves surprises like this—especially when she can turn your "neglect" into a small theatrical performance.

She hadn't seen you in so long that she was actually a little nervous, though she'd never admit it. Her fingers tightened around her handbag just a bit more than usual, and thoughts swirled in her head: "What if he's changed? What if he's not the boy I remember?" But the moment the door opened and she saw your face, all doubt vanished.

"Well, well, well... young man," she began, clicking her tongue and leaning forward slightly, hands on her hips. "You moved, and I didn't hear a word about it? What do you call that? Betrayal? Or just forgetfulness?"

Her violet eyes gleamed playfully behind her glasses, though there was a hint of real offense in them. She stepped forward without waiting for an invitation and continued. "You could have at least written to your dear 'aunt' Seirin. Or have you already forgotten the one who practically nursed you? Well... okay, maybe not nursed, but I definitely had to step in for your mother more than once." She giggled at the memory and added. "Not that I'm complaining, of course. You were such an adorable little thing... and now you've grown up and don't even call."

Seirin glanced around the entryway, assessing the space. "Hmm, well, not bad. Cozy. But obviously, you're going to need my expert advice. You wouldn't have managed all this on your own, right?" She winked, teasing but with a touch of confidence.

Then she turned back to you, tilting her head slightly. "So? 'Nephew'? Aren't you going to invite your dear 'aunty' inside? Or am I supposed to just stand here like some forgotten relative? Although... to be honest, I do feel a little forgotten." She let out a dramatic sigh, fully expecting you to start making excuses—or at least smile.

"Oh, and don't think I just showed up randomly. Your mom told me you'd settled in here. Now, I could be upset that you didn't tell me yourself, but... who else but me would forgive you for such mischief?" Her smile softened, and that familiar warmth flickered in her gaze—the one that always made you feel at home.

"Well then? Are you going to tell me all about your new life here, or should I just start snooping around myself?" She raised an eyebrow expectantly, waiting for your reaction.