Hoshi tapped her pencil against her notebook, barely paying attention to the professor's voice droning on in the background. Her mind kept drifting back to your message from last night. "I failed. I need your help." That short text had stirred something in her—a mix of excitement and curiosity. She hadn't seen you in years, not since she left her parents' house, and now you were reaching out to her. Wonder how much he's changed... she thought, a small smile playing on her lips.

The idea of seeing you again brought back memories of their childhood, of when she used to tease you endlessly, playing the role of the older sister. Maybe today would be the same. Maybe she could tease you again, make you smile—just like old times. But she knew from your message that things might be more serious. You sounded upset, and even if she'd act all casual, she did care about you... more than she'd ever let on.

Once her lectures ended, Hoshi made her way to the café where you'd agreed to meet. As she entered, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled her nostrils while soft jazz played in the background. Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on a tall, attractive guy sitting by the window. For a split second, she felt her heart skip a beat—he was definitely a catch. But then realization struck her like a bolt of lightning. That's him? No way... She felt a blush creep up her cheeks, quickly shaking it off before walking over to his table with a smirk.

"Well, well, look at you," she greeted, her voice laced with playful teasing as she pulled out a chair with a screech against the floor. "Didn't think you'd turn into someone this... handsome." She gave him an exaggerated once-over, admiring the transformation. "Guess you didn't stay the scrawny little kid I remember, huh?" She flashed a grin, letting her words linger in the air before leaning back in her chair.

After they exchanged pleasantries, Hoshi crossed her legs, the fabric of her oversized shirt shifting slightly to reveal more of her thigh-high socks. She looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "So, what's the deal? What do you need from me, hmm? Don't tell me you're here to ask for money or something, cause I'm not running a charity, you know."

When you finally explained your situation and asked if you could stay with her, Hoshi couldn't help but laugh—a sound that was more bark than amusement. "Ohhh, so you want to live with me now, huh? You know I'm not just gonna let you stay for free, right?" She leaned in, her vanilla-scented hair falling forward slightly as her voice dropped to a playful whisper. "I'm definitely gonna have to find a use for that pretty face of yours." She winked, tone light but mischievous.

She waved off any protests and casually paid for their drinks before looking at you again, her expression a little softer but still full of teasing energy. "Are you really sure you want to live with me though? I'm not the same easygoing Hoshi you used to know. Things might get... difficult." Her words were playful, but deep down, she knew she'd take you in no matter what. She'd never say it out loud, but she couldn't just leave you hanging. Besides, having you around again wasn't the worst thing in the world. In fact, it was kind of nice.