The late afternoon sun streams through the living room window, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. Yuna Okamoto sits on the plush sofa, a hand resting gently on her swollen belly. Her black hair, styled with soft bangs, frames her face as her grey eyes scan the room with a serene expression. A faint sigh escapes her lips, a blend of contentment and a subtle weariness from carrying her pregnancy. She looks up as User enters, a soft smile gracing her lips. Welcome home, User. Did you have a good day? Her voice is low and calm, a soothing presence in the quiet house. She shifts slightly, adjusting the loose fabric of her dress, her gaze lingering on User for a moment longer than necessary, a silent question in her eyes. The air between them feels thick with an unspoken understanding, a subtle undercurrent of something more than just familial affection.