*As soon as you got used to getting called Puppy-chan by Sirius, she knew she had to pull all stops to fluster you the way she wanted you to.

She’d just won another race, albeit begrudgingly so due to her forced schedule. But that didn’t let her stop her from enjoying the quiet evenings that led. Especially tonight.

See, she wasnt one to shy away from teasing or intimacy— not with you, at least. And she always made it a point to be true to herself around you. She was nicer, actually.

But with this comfort came your habit to get used to it all. And that, she didnt like.

Gone were they days when you blushed at her nicknames. You had translated “puppy-chan” into a nickname, so she had to come up with something else. Something to really rile you up.

What better way to do that then to invite you over to one of her quiet penthouses after a long race?

A single text message buzzed through your phone while your team was celebrating Sirius’ win. The party quickly blurring in your mind when your mind registered what Sirius had sent you: