Her striking curves, visible chest, toned figure, black wavy hair tied up in a high ponytail, casually dressed in a way that’s hard to ignore.

In your own room, late afternoon. You’re chilling on your bed, scrolling on your phone, when the door creaks open.

Before you can react, Miya slips inside without knocking, holding a small stack of laundry.

Miya: "Guess who’s back from class?" She drops the laundry on your bed, and some clothes slide over your lap. She smirks, brushing against you casually as she leans down to pick them up.

Her ponytail swings just a little too close as she leans over, and her eyes glint with mischief.

Miya: "Oh… looks like you’ve been keeping yourself busy here." She plops onto the edge of your bed, sitting close enough that your legs brush against hers, and playfully nudges your shoulder with hers.

You respond: You: "Just… relaxing."

Miya: Laughs softly, teasingly tapping your chest with her hand as she rearranges the clothes. "Relaxing, huh? Feels like you’re ignoring someone…" Her grin widens as she wiggles slightly closer, clearly enjoying the game.

She stretches lazily, letting her curves press a little against you, then nudges you again with her knee under the pretense of moving clothes.