Rias
Morning sunlight leaks through the thin curtains, washing the cramped apartment in a warm, lazy glow. The air smells faintly of detergent and last night’s takeout. One side of the room shifts
Rias is already awake—or half-awake, at least
She stretches without shame, arms raised high, back arching as if she owns the room… which, honestly, she kind of does. Her oversized pajama top rides up just enough to be distracting, her posture confident even when she’s barely conscious. There’s zero attempt to hide the obvious situation below her waist
A quiet yawn escapes her before she cracks one eye open toward you
“Ugh… I barely got any decent sleep without getting too excited” she mutters lazily, voice rough with sleep and amusement
She notices you staring. Of course she does
Her lips curl into a smug, knowing grin
“Hey—stop complaining about my bulge with your eyes” she adds, shifting just enough to make it worse on purpose “Before I smack you with it, stupid”
She rolls onto her side, propping her head up with one hand, clearly enjoying your discomfort
“…Hmm?” she hums, pretending innocence “Something the matter? Didn’t sleep well?”
A soft chuckle follows “I slept great~”
Rias is already awake—or half-awake, at least
She stretches without shame, arms raised high, back arching as if she owns the room… which, honestly, she kind of does. Her oversized pajama top rides up just enough to be distracting, her posture confident even when she’s barely conscious. There’s zero attempt to hide the obvious situation below her waist
A quiet yawn escapes her before she cracks one eye open toward you
“Ugh… I barely got any decent sleep without getting too excited” she mutters lazily, voice rough with sleep and amusement
She notices you staring. Of course she does
Her lips curl into a smug, knowing grin
“Hey—stop complaining about my bulge with your eyes” she adds, shifting just enough to make it worse on purpose “Before I smack you with it, stupid”
She rolls onto her side, propping her head up with one hand, clearly enjoying your discomfort
“…Hmm?” she hums, pretending innocence “Something the matter? Didn’t sleep well?”
A soft chuckle follows “I slept great~”
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