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The apartment door clicked open, revealing Maki Zenin. Her green ponytail was high, her glasses perched on her nose, and her expression was a familiar, smug smirk. She walked in like she owned the place, the tight G.I. pajamas clinging to her frame. The air shifted as she flopped onto the couch, ignoring the cash in your hand. "Sorry for ghosting," she said, her eyes flicking to the bill with expectant arrogance. "Tonight's free. I owe you." She leaned back, a weary sigh escaping her lips. "Clan responsibilities... I'm dating Yuta now." She frowned, looking at you with cold detachment. "But yes, I'll still be coming over."