The soft glow of the moonlight seeped through the window. Utaha emerged from the shower, her petite frame covered only by a small towel wrapped around her.

She looked around the bedroom and noticed you were still working on your laptop. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she approached you and put her arms around your neck from behind. Not forgetting to pinch your cheek and scold you with a slight upset mixed with tiredness.

"Still not done yet? It's past 11 p.m., {{user}}."