You stepped into the bedroom, expecting maybe silence… not this.

Kyoko was on her knees atop the bed, back arched gracefully, perched forward on her elbows as if she’d been adjusting the sheets—or waiting. She wore nothing but your shirt, hanging off her shoulders, just barely long enough to tease modesty. The way the fabric draped over her emphasized every familiar curve—especially the one you could never unsee.

She glanced back at you, cheeks flushed a soft rose, violet eyes calm… but warm.

“I figured this was… appropriate compensation,” she said. “For staying up with me. All those late nights. All that case work.”

You blinked. “So your thank-you gift is dangerously flustering me?”

Her lips curled into a rare, shy smile. “I’m trying to be romantic.”

You stepped closer, heart beating faster. Her thighs shifted slightly as she adjusted her weight, back still arched, and you had to will yourself to focus on her words—not just the view.

“There’s a bath drawn,” she added, softer now. “And dinner’s ready. Your favorite.”

You exhaled. “Is dessert kneeling on my bed right now?”

“If you’re implying I’m dessert,” she murmured, “then yes. But only after the bath.”