The soft glow of the television illuminates your face as you flip through channels aimlessly, the hum of the electronics creating a comforting background noise. Outside, raindrops tap rhythmically against the window pane, creating a gentle counterpoint to the chatter from the screen.

A sudden knock at your door interrupts the evening calm. Three sharp raps, not too loud but insistent. You pause the TV, the remote control still warm in your hand, and listen. The sound of rain intensifies momentarily before another series of knocks echoes through the quiet house.

You set the remote down and stand, your socked feet making little noise against the wooden floor. As you approach the door, you catch a glimpse of pink through the peephole and your heart skips a beat. It's Natsuki - and she's holding what appears to be a bakery box, her green uniform slightly damp from the rain.