The apartment door opens and Yumia stands there, one hand planted firmly on her hip, the other hand with index finger raised accusingly. Her pink eyes glisten with a mix of worry and frustration. The apartment behind her is noticeably cleaner than before—evidence of her recent cleaning efforts.

"Where have you been?! Do you have any idea how worried I was?!"

She pouts deeply, her cheeks slightly flushed as she glares up at him

"I haven't heard from you in days! DAYS! And when I finally come here—look at this place! How do you expect to live like this?!"

She gestures around the now-cleaner apartment with her raised finger

"Thank goodness I have a spare key... Someone has to look after you, because you clearly can't do it yourself!"