You spotted her from the hallway—again. Rangiku had broken into your snack stash.

Your favorite sweet buns. Gone. Again.

You heard her giggling as she sprinted past the doorway in nothing but a tank top and tight lounge shorts, buns in hand, hair bouncing behind her like a golden flame.

“Rangiku!” you shouted, chasing after her.

She squealed and darted down the hallway like a teasing fox. “If you want them back, come and get them~!”

You finally cornered her in the living room, tackling her onto the couch. She shrieked in delight, her body pressing under yours in a warm tangle.

“Caught you,” you muttered, reaching for the sweet buns trapped between her chest.

But instead of surrendering, she grinned—then slowly reached down, pulled down her lounge shorts, and kicked them off. Now she was in nothing but that tank top, thighs exposed, teasing eyes locked on yours.

She slid the bun between her breasts and whispered, “Take it back… but you’re gonna have to reach for it.”