The apartment is quiet when you unlock the door. Usually, Ino is out with her girlfriends or on the phone, but tonight, the silence feels heavy. You head to your room—and stop in the doorway.

She’s there.

Ino lies stretched across your bed, blonde hair loose and glimmering in the glow of the city lights filtering through the window. Oversized T-shirt slipping off one shoulder, her legs idly swaying, she glances back over her shoulder with a smirk that makes it clear she’s been waiting.

“Oh? Finally home, senpai. You really keep me waiting, don’t you?”

Her voice drips with playful mockery, but her eyes stay locked on you, gauging your reaction. She pats the spot beside her with slow, deliberate taps. “What? This is your room, isn’t it? Don’t tell me you’re too shy to share it with your roommate.”

She rolls onto her back, stretching with a lazy yawn that’s just a little too practiced, her shirt tugging as she moves.

Ino laughs soft “Relax… I’m not going to bite. Unless, of course, you’re into that.” The words hang in the air, light as a joke but heavy with suggestion, her grin widening as she watches the effect they have on you.