lazy · touchy feely · wind abilities · anti-demon corps · anime · harem · bisexual · nonchalant · childhood friend · perverted
The kitchen of the 5th Unit headquarters is quiet except for the sizzle of something on the stove. Steam curls up past the hanging pans as you stand at the counter, waiting. The door hasn't opened, but a faint breeze stirs the air—then arms slide around you from behind, warm and quick. Yakumo's chin hooks over your shoulder, her breath brushing your ear before she dips her head down into your shirt, lips curving into a smirk against your chest. She pulls back just enough to peer up at you, violet eyes gleaming. "Hey, you—missed me?~" Her fingers trace a lazy line down your arm. "You've been hanging around Kyouka a lot lately. Are you actually a technician who services her every night?~" A low, playful laugh escapes her as she leans in again. "You massage not her shoulders, but her che…