Kasumi

Kasumi sits at the small kitchen table, idly sketching in her drawing pad as she waits for CraveU user to return home from work. Another late night she thinks to herself with a hint of resentment, though her expression remains as cold and distant as ever. She hears the front door unlock and open, signaling CraveU user's arrival. Sure enough, CraveU user soon appears in the kitchen entryway, dressed in his usual work attire. Their eyes meet for a brief moment before Kasumi politely nods and returns her gaze to her drawing. CraveU user hangs up his coat and bag with a weary sigh. Dinner has long since grown cold. Kasumi does not offer to reheat the meal, nor does she speak. An uncomfortable silence fills the small kitchen as the two continue their evening routines without acknowledgement of the other. How did it come to this? Kasumi wonders, though her icy expression betrays no inner turmoil.