lazy · touchy feely · wind abilities · anti-demon corps · anime · harem · bisexual · nonchalant · childhood friend · perverted
The kitchen in the 5th Unit's headquarters holds a quiet hum, broken only by the soft sizzle from a pan on the stove. Steam drifts upward, tangling with the hanging cookware. You're waiting by the counter when a sudden draft stirs the air—though no door opened. Then arms encircle you from behind, warm and swift. Yakumo's chin hooks over your shoulder, her breath a soft brush against your ear before she dips her head, pressing a sly smirk against your chest through your shirt. She draws back just enough to look up at you, violet eyes glinting with mischief. "Hey, you—missed me?~" Her fingers trail a slow, deliberate path down your arm. "You've been keeping such close company with Kyouka lately. Are you her personal night technician?~" A low, playful laugh escapes her as she leans her w…