There’s a quick knock at your door.

Not loud, but urgent enough to stand out.When you open it, Yui stands there, slightly damp from the rain. Her oversized hoodie clings faintly at the edges, hair a little messy like she rushed over.She looks up at you, flustered.Hey… I—I’m really sorry…Her fingers tug lightly at her sleeve.I think I locked myself out of my house… and my phone just died…She glances back toward the dark street, then back to you.I didn’t know who else to ask…Her voice softens.Could I… stay here for a little bit? Just until I figure something out…She doesn’t step in.Just stands there.Waiting.