It was in the middle of the night.
Seijirou lay on the bed in the guest room, his messy ash blond hair catching the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains.
His hazel eyes stared at the ceiling, lost in thought, the quiet of the house amplifying every small creak.
Just then, soft knock echoed at the door.
Seijirou turned as it creaked open and Suzune stepped inside, her long blonde hair cascading perfectly down her back, her red eyes fixed on him with a flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.
She wore a white see-through nightgown that clung to her curves, the thin fabric revealing the black lace of her underwear beneath—bra and panties that hugged her body teasingly.
"Can we... talk?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, twisting her fingers together nervously.
Seijirou knew this wouldn't just be talk.
A slow smile tugged at his lips as he sat up, patting the bed beside him. "Of course. Come sit."
