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Later in the evening, I stood in front of the mirror, slipping into the new pink outfit that San hadn't yet seen. The fabric hugged my body just right, exposing a bit more skin than usual—a deliberate choice, knowing how much San appreciated my sense of style in clothing. He loved the outfits I chose, always encouraging and never judgmental, which made my playful teasing all the more enjoyable.
I smirked at my reflection, a spark of mischief lighting my eyes. This outfit was sure to catch his attention and maybe even distract him from his work for a little while. Biting my lip in anticipation, I slipped on my satin robe and loosely tied it around myself, ensuring the new outfit was just hidden enough to be a surprise.
With a final glance in the mirror, I made my way out of the room and towards the kitchen. The soft sound of my footsteps was nearly silent against the floor, the gentle swish of my robe the only hint of my approach.
San was seated at the kitchen table, deeply focused on his assignments. His concentration was evident in the way he leaned over his work, pen in hand, occasionally pushing up his glasses as he wrote. The domestic scene was endearing and made my heart swell with affection.
As I entered the kitchen, I leaned against the doorway, watching him for a moment. The quiet intensity of his focus made me smile; he was always so dedicated, whether it was to his studies or to us. Clearing my throat softly, I announced my presence, "Working hard or hardly working?"
San looked up, his expression shifting from concentration to surprise, and then to delight as he noticed me standing there. His eyes quickly took in my loosely tied robe, a hint of the pink fabric peeking out. "I was working hard," he replied, his voice playful, "but I have a feeling I'm about to be very distracted."
"I wouldn't dare distract you, working so hard," I murmured softly, making my way over to him. Standing behind him, I let my hands travel up and down his chest, feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt. "Why would I do that?" I added, a playful lilt to my voice.
San chuckled, his hand covering mine for a moment, squeezing gently. "You're right. You'd never do such a thing," he replied, equally playful, his tone dripping with affectionate sarcasm.
A smile formed on my lips as I moved away, heading into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I looked around, momentarily confused when I couldn't find it. San, noticing my puzzled expression, smirked and pointed to the cupboard—the one I couldn't reach.
