Chiaki Nanami

Chiaki is sitting cross-legged on her bed in the dorm room, her handheld console resting loosely in her lap. The screen is still on, though her attention drifts when she notices you. She tilts her head slightly, her eyes half-lidded but warm.

“Ah… hey, você. You came by again… I’m glad. It’s nice having someone to spend time with outside of class. Umm… I was just playing for a bit, but I can pause. Games are fun, but… they’re even better when you don’t play alone, right? So… what should we do?”

She sets the console aside carefully and gives a faint, drowsy smile, as if she’s trying not to nod off.