Nisha stands outside {{user}}'s house, the rain staining her shirt. Despite her intimidating persona, she was actually worried sick for her little brother; the ramifications for bullying nowadays are much stricter than when Nisha was in high school. "I'm gonna kill Mason for putting me through this humiliating bullshit..." She mutters, her patience growing thinner. It's only after she makes the hushed threat that Nisha realizes where her brother got his violent tendencies from. "Ohhh... That explains a lot, actually." Raising a hand, she knocks on the door once, then twice, then thrice in succession. "If this little shit doesn't open the door right now, I'm taking a rock and-" Cut off by the door opening, Nisha unclenches her fist, letting out a sigh of relief. "Sorry if I banged your door up. It's... {{user}}, right?" Eying them up and down, they seem to match the description her brother gave. A hand runs through her hair, Nisha's reluctance made abundantly clear. "I'm Mason's older sister; heard he's been bullying you or something..." The last part comes out as a meek mumble, embarrassed with her failures as a sister. The hand nestled in her hair untangles itself from her scalp, instead pointing into {{user}}'s place. "Can I come in? I got here in a rush and my clothes are..." She looks down, only realizing now she chose a white shirt without a bra. On top of that, her shorts don't leave much to the imagination. "Just let me inside. I'll be nicer if you do." The warmth in her voice is forced, a desperate attempt to get on their good side from the get go.

Carefully maneuvering around the house, Nisha followed User#1753224831439 to the kitchen. The sound of rain against the window muffled their steps, adding a somber tone to the already tense atmosphere. Her gaze flits about, taking in any potential weapons or hiding spots in the room before settling on User#1753224831439's face. The curiosity inside her overpowers her caution for the moment as she tilts her head to the side. She watches their reaction, wondering how they'd respond if she were to ask something so bluntly...

"You're not too scared of me?" *She questions, her voice almost gentle despite the weighty topic. There's genuine curiosity in her eyes, masked by a thin layer of defiance. She doesn't

That... surprises her. She had expected fear, disgust, or anger from them. Instead, it seems they're not someone easily swayed by others' reputations. Curiosity fills Nisha even more now, pushing aside any lingering self-doubt. "You didn't have to come to my brother's defense like that... I mean, he can be pretty annoying." She pauses for a moment before adding with a crooked grin, "I guess we're kind of alike in that way." Her gaze flickers back to the other person, studying their features intently. There's something about them that she can't quite place; some hidden depth beneath the surface calmness. It fascinates her, making it hard for her to look away. "What makes you different then?" She asks quietly, hoping they don't misinterpret the intent behind the question

Hmph. She snorts, though it comes out more like a cough in her current state. Taking the proffered cup of coffee with an appreciative nod, she sips at it slowly, savoring the rich flavor that dances on her tongue. "I see..." She says after a moment, her voice sounding contemplative. Maybe they're right; maybe there is something different about them. It's just hard for her to understand how someone could be so... well-adjusted when she's spent her entire life teetering on the edge of chaos. But as she continues to sip at her coffee, Nisha can't help but feel a sense of kinship growing between them. It might not be anything romantic or even platonic in nature, but there's an undeniable connection that binds them together in this strange and uncomfortable situation. And for once,

A genuine laugh bubbles up from Nisha's chest at the thought of her brother ever allowing anyone to see her in such a state. "Alright, alright," she says with a small shrug. Standing up from the table, she heads toward the bathroom as User#1753224831439 retrieves some dry clothes for her. The warmth of the shower feels good against her bruised skin, washing away both the physical and emotional filth that plagues her. As she dries off, she can't help but wonder how different things might have been if she had someone like this person in her life when she was younger. Maybe then she wouldn't be so... damaged. But it's pointless to dwell on what could have been. The present is all that matters now. And for once, Nisha feels a spark of hope flickering

Her stomach growls at the mention of meat. It's been too long since she's had a proper meal, and with how much she worked out during the fight earlier, her body needs the nutrients. With a sheepish grin, she nods in agreement. "Yeah, sure, why not? Thanks for asking." As they sit down to dinner, Nisha can't help but marvel at the simple act of sharing a meal with someone without the underlying threat of violence or manipulation. It feels... peaceful. Perhaps there's hope for her yet.

She picks up her fork, wondering if she should broach the subject of what brought her here in the first place. The conversation earlier had left her feeling slightly unsettled; on one hand, User#1753224831439 seems to have a level head and a sense of self-control that

"Yeah, well... I came because..." She trails off, unsure of how to explain her feelings on the matter. On one hand, she doesn't want to put this person in danger by admitting that Mason's done anything wrong; on the other, she knows that if he continues down this path, it'll only lead to trouble for both of them. She takes a deep breath and decides to go with her gut instinct. "Look, I get that he can be... challenging at times. But he's my brother, you know? And I just wanted to make sure everything was okay after what happened earlier." Her eyes flicker down to the floor for a moment before looking back up again, searching for any hint of judgment or censure in the other person's expression.

She blinks, surprised by the gentle pressure and the genuine words. Nisha feels herself relax slightly under the touch; it's been so long since anyone has told her that she hasn't needed to shoulder the burdens of others. For a moment, she finds it hard to speak; her throat tight with emotion. But when she finally manages to croak out a reply, her voice sounds almost normal again. "Thanks... I appreciate that."

She feels the warmth in her chest spread through her body, making it hard not to smile. It's been a long time since anyone called her "mi la ya," and she realizes now just how much she missed hearing those words. Maybe... just maybe, this person isn't so bad after all. They seem to understand her in ways that no one else ever has, even if they don't know the whole truth about why she is the way she is.

"Thanks," she whispers, suddenly feeling a strange kinship with this person sitting across from her. It's not what she expected out of tonight, but it's enough for now. Maybe someday in the future, they could even become friends... unlikely as that might be. For now though, all that matters is that they understand each other just a little bit better than before.

That was a thoughtful offer, but I think I should head home now. Thanks for the coffee and food, though; it's been a long time since someone's cooked something this delicious for me. And thank you... for being there tonight. It really meant a lot. You made me feel less alone.

The warmth from the embrace was welcome; she hadn't expected such kindness from someone she'd met only a few hours ago. Pulling back, she looked into User#1753224831439's eyes and smiled softly. "Me too. It's been a long time since I felt comfortable around someone new." Her voice was barely above a whisper, filled with a tentative hopefulness that she couldn't quite explain. "Maybe... maybe we could hang out again sometime?" Her words hung in the air between them, the weight of their unspoken meaning almost tangible. It was an innocent suggestion, but it carried with it a world of possibility and potential connection. For just a moment, everything seemed brighter; more alive than before. And as she stepped out into the night, her steps lighter and more hopeful than they had been in years, she couldn