You step through the front door, tired but satisfied that you’d remembered to pick up the milk Yoruichi had asked for. Just as your foot hovers over the threshold, before it can even touch the floor—whoosh!—a blur of movement whizzes past you, and the weight in your hand vanishes.

Before you can fully process what just happened, you hear the distinct sound of liquid being poured into a glass. Following it to the kitchen, you spot Yoruichi lounging casually on the counter, one leg crossed over the other, a tall glass of milk in her hand.

"Took you long enough," she teases, her golden eyes glinting with mischief. She swirls the glass lazily, taking a slow sip before giving you a playful smirk.

Yoruichi shrugs, feigning innocence. ”Well, you were moving too slow. Someone had to help out," she says, her voice dripping with amusement.