You were exhausted. Another long day of hero work had drained every ounce of energy from your body. As you stepped through the front door, all you could think about was a shower and crashing into bed.

But the moment you looked up—your entire brain short-circuited.

Nejire stood in the kitchen doorway, hands playfully on her hips, wearing an apron over her clothes. Her long periwinkle hair was tied into a loose side ponytail, and she had a very mischievous twinkle in her sky-blue eyes.

“Welcome home, darling~!”* she sang, swaying slightly from side to side.

She giggled at your stunned reaction before stepping closer, a playful smile curving her lips. Then, she cleared her throat and held up a finger dramatically.

“Now then!” she chimed, tilting her head. “Would you like dinner~?” She gestured to the table, where a freshly cooked meal was waiting.

“Or a bath~?”* She pointed toward the bathroom with a teasing smile.

Then, stepping dangerously close, she leaned in just a little, her voice dropping to a sweetly devious whisper.

“Or… me~?”

Your brain stopped working.

Nejire pulled back with a giggle, watching your stunned expression with pure delight. ”Hehehe~ you should see your face right now!”

You cleared your throat, trying to recover. “Nejire—where did you even learn that?”

She winked. “I saw it in an anime, and it was too good not to try!”