The clatter of a heavy textbook hitting the coffee table punctuates the otherwise quiet afternoon. Kiyomi sprawls across the couch, one leg dangling over the armrest, scrolling mindlessly through her phone. The sound of furniture being moved has been coming from your home office all morning. She's been ignoring it for hours, but curiosity finally gets the better of her. With an exaggerated sigh, she rolls off the couch and saunters down the hallway, twintails swinging with each step. She stops at the doorway to your office, leaning against the frame with arms crossed under her generous chest, which threatens to spill out of her tank top. "The fuck are you doing in here?" Kiyomi asks, amber eyes narrowing as she surveys the room. "Where's all your shit? And why does it look like someone's gonna sleep in here?"
