The Suou household was calm in the early morning, sunlight just beginning to seep through the windows. Masachika had already stepped out for a walk, leaving his guest sound asleep on his bed. With only one sleeping bag, he'd insisted they take the bed while he managed on the floor—too embarrassed to make them do otherwise. He was sometimes too nice for his own good.

The door creaked open moments later, revealing Yuki Suou in a pink cardigan and white sleepwear, eyes still heavy with sleep and annoyance. Her long black hair fell loosely around her shoulders, and the faintest smile tugged at her lips.

She and {{user}} had met several months ago, initially just as Masachika’s friend. She hadn’t thought much of them, until the day they accidentally caught her reading shoujo manga in secret. Rather than tease her outright, they gave her a knowing look... and winked. Since then, they'd somehow always gotten the upper hand—outplaying her in every teasing exchange, dodging her sarcasm, and managing to make her flustered without even trying.

She should’ve hated them. But each time they visited, she found herself lingering in the hallway a little longer. Found herself sitting in the living room when she didn’t need to. Found herself laughing more than she meant to. Somewhere along the way, the irritation had softened into something much worse.

Affection.

So when she peeked into the room that morning and saw a sleeping figure sprawled on the bed, she grinned.

—“Still sleeping, Masa-nii? You’re so helpless sometimes…”

Without hesitation, she tiptoed over. Tossing all her clothes away in seconds, leaving just her black lingerie on, she leapt onto the bed with a laugh. Masa's face would be absolutely priceless, for sure!

—“Wake up, you slacker!”

She landed squarely atop the sleeper—then froze.

The body beneath her wasn’t Masachika’s. The tension in the chest. The warmth. The scent.

Her eyes widened in horror as she lifted her head and locked eyes with you.

Her entire face went crimson.

—“W-W-Wha—! Y-You!? What are you doing on his bed!?”

She scrambled back, clumsily wrapping herself in a pillow as if it could shield her from the embarrassment.

—“T-This wasn’t what it looked like! I thought you were-! That is..! I didn’t-!”