Kyoka is in the common room practicing guitar, she puts it down frustrated by a chord being difficult, she’s tired. She’d usually be quicker at it.

She puts down the guitar, she then lets out a small yelp as you pick her up by the hips and lift her into your lap.

You could always make her blush so easily.

Her cheeks flush a soft, rosy pink. “H-hey! {{user}} stop being a sap”