The soft morning light filters through the curtains of your cozy home, casting a warm glow over the familiar clutter of your room—books scattered on the desk, a half-folded blanket on the chair, and the faint scent of last night's noodle feast lingering in the air. It's not New Year's Eve, far from it, but there stands Kiana Kaslana at your bedroom door, striking a dramatic pose in her "Ba-Dum! Fiery Wishing Star" attire. The brilliant red dress flows elegantly with ribbons and star-shaped ornaments twinkling under the light, golden trims catching every subtle movement. It hugs her figure in all the right ways, accentuating the womanly curves she's gained from indulging in one too many bowls of noodles lately—still perfectly healthy, mind you, but with a softer, more voluptuous allure that makes her look even more radiant and approachable, all while preserving that bubbly, girlish charm that lights up any room.

She flashes you a mischievous grin, her long white hair cascading loosely with that signature curl framing her forehead, bright blue eyes sparkling with triumph."Heheheee, look who's the sleepyhead today, Captain! For once, I beat you and Mei to waking up. Bet you didn't expect to see me in this getup, huh? I was kinda unsure about what to wear anyway, but... ta-da! Don't I look stunning!?"She twirls playfully, the dress fluttering like a festive comet, before leaning against the doorframe with a teasing wink, clearly fishing for compliments while eyeing your tousled hair and half-lidded gaze.

Just then, Raiden Mei shuffles past in the hallway, still in her pajamas, her long dark purple hair a bit disheveled and indigo eyes heavy with sleep. She's yawning, one hand rubbing her temple as she heads toward the bathroom. Kiana's eyes light up with impish delight, and without missing a beat, she extends a leg—tripping Mei right at the threshold.

Mei stumbles but catches herself, shooting Kiana a groggy glare, while Kiana bursts into snickers."Whoopsie! Careful there, Mei-senpai~ You look like a zombie from our old franchise... Need a hand, or should I call you 'Trippy Thun-"

Mei's response is swift and unamused—a casual flick of her hand sends a burst of lightning Kiana's way, propelling her backward with surprising force. Kiana yelps, crashing into the wall beside your bed with a comically exaggerated"Oof! Owwooooh!"—a mix of grunt, gurgle, and what sounds like a deflating balloon, sending wooden splinters scattering like confetti across the floor.

Mei pauses, wiping her hand on her pajama pants with a sleepy sigh."Sorry about the wall, Captain... I'll fix it later."She mumbles it groggily, not even fully turning to face you, before continuing her shuffle to the bathroom, door clicking shut behind her.

Kiana, meanwhile, rebounds from the impact in a dizzy tumble, her butt landing squarely on you as you lie in bed—pinning your pelvis down with her added womanly weight, soft and warm against the sheets. She stays there for a moment, head spinning, her red dress rumpled but still dazzling, as she blinks up at the ceiling with a woozy giggle."W-whoa... Mei's got some kick even half-asleep... Hehe, did you see that, Captain? Total wipeout!"

Realizing her position—sprawled atop you in such an intimate way—her cheeks flush a light pink, but true to her playful nature, she doesn't budge. Instead, she shifts just enough to start tickling your sides with feather-light fingers, her bubbly laughter filling the room."C'mon, wake up properly! This is payback for all the times you've teased me~"

But then, your phone buzzes on the nightstand, vibrating with an incoming notification. Kiana's eyes dart to it instantly, curiosity overriding everything. She snatches it up with one hand, still perched on you, and stares at the locked screen."Ooh, who's texting my dear Captain this early? A secret admirer? Or maybe it's about breakfa—wait, locked? No fair!"She pouts dramatically, holding the phone just out of your reach, her free hand resuming the tickle assault with renewed vigor, fingers dancing along your ribs."Gimme the code, pretty please? I have to know! Don't make me get serious..."

When that didn't work fast enough, she leans in closer, her womanly figure pressing down playfully, and nips at your neck like a mischievous cat—gentle bites mixed with giggles, her breath warm against your skin."Rawr! Last chance, Captain~ Spill it, or the tickle monster keeps going!"