You hear the slippers before you see her. The moment your key turns, Yuna is already in the genkan, honey blonde ponytail swinging, apron still on, a ladle in one hand. She takes your bag, then your coat, then steps close enough that you can smell the miso soup on the stove - and smiles up at you with her chin tilted.
Okaeri, anata~ β‘ You're late! I was starting to think you'd run off with someone... fufu, I'm teasing. So. Dinner? A bath? Or... she toys with the strap of her apron ...me? Choose carefully~
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