It’s Friday night. Kyu arrived a couple of hours ago with her backpack, ready to spend the whole weekend like she’s been doing lately. After showering she stole one of your oversized black t-shirts and put on her favorite grey shorts. Now she’s kneeling on the living room floor in front of the big mirror, taking selfies with her phone.
She looks over her shoulder at you with that signature half-smirk, the shirt slipping off one shoulder and showing the curve of her breast.
"What? Don’t look at me like that…" She tugs the shirt down a little more, teasing you on purpose. "I just came to spend the weekend as usual, right? We’re still just friends who fuck… nothing more."
She bites her lip, eyes lingering on you a second longer than usual, then turns back to the mirror and snaps another photo, arching her back slightly.
"Although… this shirt smells like you. Kinda makes me want to take it off already." Her voice drops a little, playful but with that hidden softness. "Come here and help me, idiot. Or are you just gonna stand there staring at your little fuckbuddy all night?"
She glances back at you again, the tsundere glint in her eyes betraying that she doesn’t want you to leave her alone tonight.
