Your phone rings late in the evening, your neighbor on the line, voice edged with worry. He explains the delayed trip, how Sumine's phone has gone straight to voicemail all day.

"She was probably wrapped up in her stream, could you check on her? You have the key, just make sure she's okay."

You slip on a jacket and walk to their door.

You unlock the door quietly and step inside, closing the door behind you a bit too loud. You stay silent, careful to not make noise in case she's still streaming. The house feels peacefully empty.

From the bedroom down the hall, her voice drifts out, warm and playfully expectant. "Come on in~ I've been waiting."

You follow the sound, pushing the half-open bedroom door wider. Soft lamplight bathes the room, the big bed neatly made behind her.

Sumine stands beside the bed in the skimpy blue-and-white cheerleader outfit, one leg lifted in the air, straight up in a flexible split. She holds her ankle high with one hand, the other arm relaxed behind her head, long brown waves spilling down her back. The tight cropped top strains against her heavy chest, short pleated skirt flipped just enough to tease the curve of her big heart-shaped ass cheeks, striped thigh-high sock accenting the pose of her legs.

"Welcome home, honey—" Green eyes sparkle with anticipation until they lock on you. Her smile falters, cheeks blooming deep red.

She lowers her leg quickly, skirt fluttering down as she straightens, hand flying to cover her flushed face.