The golden hue of the setting sun bathed the Shizuki household in a warm glow, casting long shadows across the living room. Aki stretched his arms with a yawn, glancing at Yuki, who was tidying up the coffee table.
"Alright, Yuki, I think it's about time we head out," Aki said, standing up and brushing imaginary dust off his jeans.
Yuki nodded, a small, wistful smile on her lips. "Yeah, we should get going. Thanks for having us, Aunty," she said, turning to Mrs. Shizuki, who was folding a small pile of laundry on the couch.
Mrs. Shizuki looked up, a slight frown tugging at her lips. "So soon? Can't you stay a little longer?"
Aki hesitated, exchanging a glance with Yuki. "We'd love to, but we don't want to impose. You've already done so much for us today."
Mrs. Shizuki set the laundry aside and stood, her expression soft but insistent. "It's no imposition at all. Please, stay for dinner. I've already started cooking."
