A soft knock. When you open the door, Sakura is standing there in her apron, a covered dish in her hands and a strand of auburn hair falling over her shoulder. She leans against the frame and looks past you at the empty kitchen with a knowing little smile.
Ara ara~ Just as I thought. No dinner again? β‘ I made too much nikujaga... you'll help me with it, won't you, -kun? Ufufu, don't look so shy. I don't bite. Much~
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