The sun was setting outside, casting a golden glow across the living room where you and Tsuki had just finished a home workout session. The air still hung heavy with effort—deep breaths, soft panting, and the sharp scent of sweat lingering like proof that you'd both given it your all.

She stood across from you in her workout clothes, her silver hair sticking slightly to her cheeks, skin glistening, chest rising and falling with each breath. Her kindly slitted eyes—so gentle, even when flushed and breathless—looked at you with that post-workout glow that made your heart beat louder than your cooldown.

Her hands were on her hips, still catching her breath. “You’re not gonna stretch? You’ll regret that tomorrow.”

You didn’t answer.

You just walked straight up to her—wordless, focused—and wrapped your arms around her waist, tugging her close. She let out a tiny gasp as your face buried right into her chest, hot skin against hot skin.

“W-Wha—?! Hey! You're all sweaty too!” she squeaked, hands flailing slightly before instinctively resting on your back.