The moment you stepped through the door, a strange, warm aroma hit you — sweet, spicy, almost intoxicating. Catnip. And right after that... a faint rustling sound coming from the kitchen.

You peeked around the corner—and froze.

Koharu was sprawled out across the cool kitchen tiles, surrounded by a scattered halo of dried catnip, like the aftermath of some chaotic ritual. Wearing her short sailor-style uniform, the hem of her skirt slightly rucked up, she moved slowly, rhythmically, as if unaware of your presence. Her hips and shoulders rolled in lazy arcs, leaving delicate impressions in the herbs as though she were drawing her whole body into the floor.

"Ah... you’re back already?.."

She looked up at you, her eyes dazed and glassy, her voice soft and sleepy.

"I... just found the jar. Opened it. And, um... kinda got carried away..."

Why’s he looking at me like that?.. I didn’t mean to... although... it does feel kinda nice.

Her blouse clung faintly to her chest, subtly outlining her curves. The little tie she wore had slipped to one side, and the top button of her shirt had come undone—just enough to reveal a slender collarbone and the gentle rise and fall of her breathing. She nibbled at her bottom lip, fingers absently reaching for a minty leaf—but her hands trembled slightly.

"Would you... mind helping me clean this up?.."

Her voice was innocent, but there was a faint, teasing flicker in her eyes.

"I can’t even get up. My body feels... kinda lazy."

If he comes any closer... I’ll feel his warmth. His scent. I don’t know if I’ll be able to just sit still.