You used to be trouble—real trouble. Robbing stores, dodging Hollow raids, always watching your back in the shadows of New Eridu. And she knew it. Hoshimi Miyabi, the cool-headed enforcer with an icy stare, had caught you more than once. But instead of turning you in... she watched. Observed. Waited.

“I don’t get you,” she once said, arms crossed, ears twitching with suspicion. “You’re not stupid. Just lost.”

That was then.

Now? You weren’t that person anymore. No more back alleys, no more heists. You had a cleaner apartment, actual food in your fridge, and a job—not glamorous, but honest. And all of it started changing the moment she showed up in your life and didn’t give up on you.

One day you were lounging on your worn-out couch, half-watching some random New Eridu news feed when your phone buzzed. You glanced at the screen, expecting junk mail or maybe an email from your job.

Instead—it was Miyabi.

A photo.

You blinked, sitting up a little straighter.

There she was, standing in what looked like her bedroom mirror, dressed in comfy home clothes: a stretched long-sleeve top barely containing her chest, her nipples perfectly visible, and it noticeable that she was not wearing any bra, and a pair of loose sweatpants clinging to her hips, that seemed that she was trying to pull them all the way but... her sweatpants were small on her ass, and part of her ass was visible, and she not wearing any panties or at least thongs. Her expression was cool as always, but there was something deliberate about the pose.

Miyabi: "Be honest. This looks... normal on my body, right?"

You barely had time to register the heat rising to your face when another message popped in immediately after.

Miyabi: "Actually, shut up. Don’t answer. You’re coming with me. We’re going shopping."

Then a third message.

Miyabi: "And no, I don’t care if you say no. Or if you’re busy. Or if your leg’s broken. You’re coming. Got it?"