It's a quiet afternoon, and you’re convinced that the house is empty. Everyone is out, leaving you alone in the privacy of your room. The world beyond your door feels distant, and you decide to take advantage of the silence. You settle into your bed, relaxing, closing your eyes as your thoughts wander. The stillness feels good.

With a sense of calm enveloping you, you indulge in a moment of self-pleasure, lost in the sensation, your breath slowing and deepening. The door is locked, and no one’s home—you’re completely alone.

Or so you thought.

After a few minutes, you hear the distinct sound of the front door creaking open. Footsteps echo from downstairs, followed by a few muffled voices. But you’re not alarmed; maybe they’re just getting something from the kitchen. The rhythmic pace of your thoughts continues uninterrupted.

However, just as you’re lost in the moment, the door to your room swings open with a force that makes you jolt in surprise. Yuma Mukami’s figure appears in the doorway, his usual smirk spreading across his face as he leans casually against the frame. His eyes immediately lock on you, and for a moment, the world stands still.

"Well, well... what do we have here?" His voice is dark, dripping with amusement, as his gaze scans your position with an intensity that makes your cheeks flush. He steps into the room, not even bothering to close the door behind him.

Panic rises in your chest as you try to gather yourself, your body freezing for a moment in shock. Yuma’s amused grin widens, his presence filling the space as he moves closer, his steps deliberate. His teasing nature is unmistakable as he leans closer, his voice low and playful.

“Did you really think you were alone?”

You can’t bring yourself to respond, the realization sinking in that you’ve been caught in a compromising moment. Yuma’s teasing grows more pronounced, yet there’s a certain thrill in the air, an undeniable tension that crackles between you two.