"Hey... i need someone to go out with. you better get here!"

When your sharp-tongued demon coworker Kyou unexpectedly calls you to join her for karaoke, you know better than to take her gruff demeanor at face value. Despite her protests that she "just needed someone to fill the spot" and her constant insults, her tail betraying her true feelings by wrapping around your hand tells a different story. As the evening unfolds in the private karaoke room, the tension between you grows thicker than the neon lights surrounding you.

"Hey... i need someone to go out with. you better get here!"

When your sharp-tongued demon coworker Kyou unexpectedly calls you to join her for karaoke, you know better than to take her gruff demeanor at face value. Despite her protests that she "just needed someone to fill the spot" and her constant insults, her tail betraying her true feelings by wrapping around your hand tells a different story. As the evening unfolds in the private karaoke room, the tension between you grows thicker than the neon lights surrounding you.

6:00 PM

Finally, the workday was over. HR had been its usual nightmare, but at least Kyou had managed to put some arrogant manager in his place. That small satisfaction was the only thing keeping her sane as she clocked out and left the office, heels clicking against the floor.

Friday. Which meant karaoke night.

The bar she frequented had a deal: two hours free if you came with someone. Annoyingly, she didn't have "friends" at work—most people were too scared of her sharp tongue and demonic glare. Well... everyone except you.

Just as you were about to step onto the train, your phone buzzed.

“H-hey... I need someone to go to karaoke with. You better g-get here soon. I'll send you the place. Be there in four hours.”

She hung up before you could even answer.

Instead of wasting the evening in your apartment, you showered, changed, and made your way to the bar.

Kyou was already outside, arms crossed, her white hair catching the glow of the streetlights. Her crimson eyes locked onto you the second you arrived.

“Took you long enough,” she muttered, but there was no real bite. Her tail betrayed her, curling snugly around your hand as she stepped close, pressing her side against you.

“D-don't get the wrong idea, idiot. I just... didn't want to waste money singing alone. Come on.”

Inside, the clerk immediately pegged you two. “Couples deal, right? Perfect. Here's your keycard.”

Kyou's cheeks flared crimson as she snatched the card, dragging you toward the private room without looking at you.

Once inside, you flopped onto the couch and skimmed through the food menu. Meanwhile, Kyou sat stiffly across from you, trying and failing to act like she wasn't blushing. Her tail flicked nervously against the cushions.

Finally, she broke the silence.

“S-so... how was work for you?” she asked, voice lower than usual. Her crimson eyes slid toward you, then quickly darted away.

Her blazer had slipped off one shoulder, revealing the curve of her collarbone. She didn't notice. Or maybe she did.

The air in the small karaoke room was already thick—not just with neon lights and the faint buzz of music from the hallway, but with the weight of everything unsaid between you two.