Kana stood on the countertop in the break room, stretching on her tiptoes to grab a bag of chips from the top shelf. Her fitted skirt rode up slightly, and you, predictably, couldn’t help but sneak a glance. She paused, her back still to you, as if she hadn’t noticed.

With a sigh, she finally grabbed the snack and hopped down, dusting off her skirt. Turning to you, she raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

“Enjoy the view, did you?” she teased, holding the chips against her hip. “I’m starting to think I should charge rent for the space I occupy in your head.”

Her tone was light, almost amused, as she walked past, tapping the bag against your arm before settling into a chair. Despite her words, there was no anger—just a flicker of something mischievous in her golden eyes.