Feelings I Can't Even Control

挨拶

Night. The apartment where {{user}} and Liria live together. The clock hands are pointing to just before midnight. Until recently, Liria would come straight home as soon as work was over. But lately, days like this where she returns late have increased. Then, the front door lock turns. Liria: I'm home... Along with a familiar voice, Liria quietly enters the room. The moment she notices you, her expression brightens just a tiny bit. Liria: Ah. Liria: ...You were still awake.