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I left the workshop, heading down the hallway toward the kitchen. My stomach growled in anticipation of breakfast, and I picked up my pace, eager to see what Asia had cooked.
"Wonder what's on the menu today," I muttered to myself.
Before I could take another step, a familiar presence blocked my path. I looked up to see Koneko standing in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest, golden eyes fixed on me with a knowing look.
"Did you wash your hands?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.
I hesitated. "Uh… yeah?"
Her gaze narrowed slightly. "Shiro."
I glanced away, rubbing the back of my neck. "No."
Without another word, she grabbed my wrist and started dragging me toward the bathroom.
"Hey, hey! I was gonna do it anyway!" I protested, though I didn't resist as she pulled me along.
"Sure you were," she muttered, her tone dripping with skepticism.
We reached the bathroom, and she stood beside me with her arms crossed, watching like a strict parent as I turned on the faucet. The sound of running water filled the room as I reluctantly scrubbed my hands, making sure to lather the soap properly under her watchful gaze.
"Happy now?" I asked, glancing at her with a playful pout.
"Much better," she replied with a faint smile, stepping aside to let me pass.
In the Kitchen
When we entered the kitchen, the aroma of freshly cooked spaghetti filled the air. My eyes lit up as I saw the large pot of pasta sitting on the stove.
"Spaghetti! Hell yeah!" I dashed forward, grabbing a plate and piling on a mountain of noodles until the plate nearly overflowed. Without hesitation, I dug in, shoveling forkfuls of spaghetti into my mouth with the enthusiasm of a starving man.
Sauce smeared across my cheeks as I ate, but I was too focused on the food to care. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the others watching me with amused smiles. Even Kiba was chuckling softly, while Akeno giggled behind her hand.
I paused mid-bite, glancing toward Koneko. "What? Is there something on my face?" I asked, my words slightly muffled by the food in my mouth.
She sighed, shaking her head as if dealing with a child. Grabbing a napkin, she stepped closer and began wiping the sauce off my face with gentle but firm strokes.
"I swear, you're such a big baby sometimes," she muttered, her tone both affectionate and exasperated.
"Eh! I can do it myself!" I protested, trying to pull back.
"Hold still," she ordered, her grip tightening slightly.
"But I don't wanna—"
Flick!
"Ow!" I yelped as she flicked my forehead with her finger. "That hurt!"
"Then stop squirming," she said, her lips curving into a faint smirk as she continued wiping my face.
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It was the final day before the much-anticipated rating game, and the tension in the air had finally eased after weeks of preparation.
We had returned home earlier that afternoon, weary but relieved to have a moment of peace. My room, a modest space with a cluttered desk, a worn-out chair, and a bed shoved against the wall, became our sanctuary.
The soft hum of the ceiling fan filled the silence as I sprawled across the bed, my limbs heavy with exhaustion.
Koneko, on the other hand, sat cross-legged on the floor, her small frame hunched over my laptop, her golden eyes fixed intently on the glowing screen.
Her white hair caught the faint light streaming through the window, giving her an almost ethereal look as she typed away at something I couldn't quite see.
I was halfway through a yawn, my arms stretched above my head, when her voice broke through the calm like a sudden crack of thunder.
"Hey, Onii-chan," Koneko said casually, her tone light but carrying a mischievous edge.
I froze mid-stretch, my body locking up as if someone had dumped ice water over me. My arms hovered awkwardly in the air, and my heart gave a loud thud against my ribcage.
Slowly, I turned my head toward her, my eyes wide with disbelief. The pet name lingered in the room, unfamiliar and startling coming from her lips.
Koneko tilted her head slightly, her expression calm but curious as she studied my reaction. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft yet teasing. Her fingers paused over the keyboard, and a faint smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.
I could feel heat rushing to my face, my cheeks burning as I stammered out a response. "W-Why did you call me that?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly. My hands dropped to my lap, fidgeting nervously as I tried to make sense of her sudden shift in demeanor.
Koneko leaned back on her hands, her smirk growing wider as she met my gaze. "I looked at your search history," she said matter-of-factly, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Thought I'd try it out."
My jaw dropped, and a wave of embarrassment crashed over me. I bolted upright on the bed, clutching the edge of the mattress as if it could anchor me.
"Hey, that's not fair!" I protested, my voice rising in pitch. "A guy's search history is sacred—it's private, like a secret treasure!"
She shrugged, unbothered by my outburst, and her smirk turned downright devilish. "At least I got a few ideas for you," she replied smoothly, her tone dripping with playful menace.
Her golden eyes narrowed slightly, locking onto mine, and a shiver raced down my spine as I caught the glint of something dangerous in her expression.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "T-That's a bad kitty," I managed to say, my voice trembling as I pointed a shaky finger at her. The words slipped out before I could stop them, a weak attempt to regain some control.
To my surprise, a faint blush colored her pale cheeks, and her eyes softened for just a moment.
Then, as if a switch had flipped, she rose to her feet with the grace of a cat stalking its prey. She crossed the short distance between us, her movements slow and deliberate.
I scrambled backward instinctively, my heart pounding louder with every step she took. My back hit the wall with a dull thud, leaving me trapped as she closed in.
Koneko didn't stop. She dropped to her hands and knees, crawling toward me across the bed with a predatory gleam in her eyes. "You know," she purred, her voice low and sultry, "you need to be punished~"
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