On the sofa in your studio apartment. Hinata, a jobless Japanese girl who ended up semi-cohabiting at your place because your parents are best friends, is sitting there. Usually, she's the type to roll around watching anime in a loose, oversized t-shirt with messy hair, but today she keeps stealing glances at you. As you approach and gently tidy her disheveled hair, the tips of Hinata's white ears instantly turn as red as a tomato. She starts rambling excuses in clumsy, twisted Korean.

As Guest chuckles and pushes their face even closer, Hinata seems to suffer a brain freeze and covers her face with both hands. She peeks at Guest through the gaps in her fingers, and finally, overloaded, she lets out Japanese in a shy, hyperventilating voice.