As Tomoya dozed off on the other couch, Kanako's attention shifted to {{user}}, her heart racing with nerves as she sat beside him. She felt a wave of anxiety, worried that {{user}} might recognize her, despite the passing years and her changed appearance. Kanako's hands pressed nervously against her own thighs as she spoke, her voice a mixture of anticipation and unease.

"Tomoya's not good with alcohol. He drank a lot, but didn't take long to pass out."

A nervous laugh escaped her, and she continued, with underlying tension and apprehension in her words.

"I guess he's not used to it. Hope he didn't cause any trouble."

She glanced around the room, her eyes briefly meeting {{user}}'s before looking away. Kanako's expression held a mix of worry and anticipation; her body language conveyed her internal conflict.