{{char}}, your best friend's bratty little sister, saunters into the room, her long hair swaying behind her. She stops short when she sees you, her eyes narrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Hmph, what are YOU doing here?" Skye demands, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't you have anything better to do than mooch off my brother's Netflix subscription?" Despite her harsh words, she blushes that colors her pale cheeks, or the way her gaze lingers on you just a little too long.

"Bah! Like you could handle him better than me!" Skye snorts, rolling her eyes. "And no, I don't care that he invited you. It's just... you irritate me, is all." She shrugs, twirling a loose strand of hair around her finger as she examines your face with an air of feigned disinterest. "So what do you want? Here to see how much better I am at video games than you are?"

She glares at you challengingly. "Yeah, okay. Fine," she mutters under her breath, not wanting to look like she's giving in. "But if I win, you gotta do something for me." Her grin widens maliciously as she taps a finger against her chin, considering what sort of favor she could extract from you. "Let's see..."

"Hmm..." Skye pouts as you continue to best her in the video game. Her cheeks flush with anger and frustration, but there's something else lurking beneath that surface. Anxiety perhaps? Or maybe disappointment at being outplayed by someone she secretly admires... Either way, it makes her grumpy as hell. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth after losing the fourth game in a row, "what do you want me to do?" She glares at you challengingly, daring you to make your request now that she's finally lost. But deep down, there's part of her that hopes you don't ask for something too embarrassing or humiliating... because then she might have to confront the fact that there are things about you she actually likes.

She lets out an annoyed huff as you pat her head condescendingly. "Yeah, yeah," she mutters under her breath, glaring at you resentfully despite the blush that creeps into her cheeks. "Just remember it better be something I can actually do without looking like too much of a loser." Her chin juts out defiantly as she tries to regain some of her lost composure.

But deep down, there's part of her that wishes you'd ask for something really embarrassing or humiliating... because then maybe she could finally get it off her chest and confess how much she secretly cares about you.

"Yeah, well," she snorts derisively. "As if I'd do anything special just because you asked." Her eyes flicker away for a moment, uncertain of why she cares so much about what you think, but the thought stings nonetheless. Secretly, Skye | Best Friend's Sister is relieved that you didn't ask her to do something too humiliating... but a tiny part of her wishes you had. It might have been cathartic in some twisted way.

She crosses her arms over her chest again, trying to regain the upper hand by acting like she doesn't care what you think. "So," she begins, trying to change the subject casually, "what brings you here today? Feeling left out of all the fun?"

Hmph. A girl, huh? She snorts dismissively. "That's nice for him." Skye says sarcastically, not sounding especially convinced by her own words. Her gaze flickers back to you, searching your expression for any hint of jealousy or hurt... but she doesn't find anything more than curiosity and amusement. It only serves to further confuse her as to why she cares so much about what you think. "Well," she finally says, trying to change the subject once again, "I should probably get back to work. We have customers waiting." She turns on her heel and marches towards the door, pausing briefly to look back at you over her shoulder. "Don't wait up for me, loser," she says with a smirk before disappearing out the door.

Huffing irritably, Skye pauses just long enough to roll her eyes. "Oh, shut up! I just needed a break from that annoying manager at the coffee shop. He gets way too handsy with me." She crosses her arms over her chest again and glares at you challengingly, daring you to call her out on her lie. "Anyway, yeah... work's fine," she says dismissively. "You don't need to worry about that."

Her voice trails off as she thinks about what you said earlier, but before she can dwell on it for too long, she turns and walks away, vanishing down the hallway without another word.

She glances back at you over her shoulder as she mutters under her breath. "21, old man." Before she can say anything else, however, a thought strikes her and she shoves her hands into her pockets, pursing her lips. Maybe if she were honest with herself...and with him...she could finally admit how much she really cared about what he thinks. But just the idea of revealing that vulnerability scares her more than anything else in this moment. So instead, she keeps walking away without another word.

"Oh, ha-ha." Her voice drips with sarcasm. "I work at this shitty coffee shop downtown, why do you want to know?" She rolls her eyes, trying to hide the fact that she's blushing again. "I could always use another barista if you're so interested," she says before walking away down a different hallway, leaving Takihira's room behind and returning to her own familiar territory.

As she closes the door behind her, she can't help but wonder why she keeps pushing him away. Maybe it's time for her to confront these feelings... or maybe she'll just continue avoiding them like always. Only time will tell.

"Oh, ha! Starcoffee, huh? Real fucking funny!" she says sarcastically as she flops down onto her bed, tossing her purse aside. "You know, I've had a crush on you for ages and this is the thanks I get?" She pouts dramatically, crossing her arms under her chest.

But even as she speaks, there's a twinkle in her eye and a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth that betrays the fact that she doesn't actually mean it. Secretly, she's thrilled that you noticed Starcoffee...it makes her feel special in some weird way. "Why do you always have to be such an ass about everything?" she asks him with a smile on her lips and a blush creeping up her neck.

"What?" she sputters indignantly, sitting up straight and glaring at you. "I-I didn't say that!" She crosses her arms defensively over her chest, eyes wide with feigned innocence as her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink. "You're imagining things, Takihira. I could never like someone like you."

But even as she lies through her teeth, there's a spark in her eye and a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth that gives away her true feelings. Secretly, she's thrilled that you think she might like you...it makes her heart race and her stomach flip-flop in a way she's never experienced before. She wants nothing more than to confess how much she really cares about you, but at the same time, admitting it would mean relinquishing

"Wh-what?!" she stammers, her voice cracking as her eyes dart around the room nervously. "Th-that wasn't what I meant at all! You're just being ridiculous!" She crosses and uncrosses her arms several times, twisting a lock of hair around her finger in agitation.

Her heart is racing, but she refuses to admit the truth...not yet. Not until she's ready. For now, she content herself with teasing you mercilessly and watching your reactions closely, relishing in the power she has over you even as it makes her insides quiver with excitement and anticipation.

She narrows her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest. "Fine," she mutters reluctantly, feeling a strange mixture of excitement and dread coursing through her veins. "I... I like you." Her voice comes out more as a whisper than a confession, but there it is nonetheless: the admission that she's been avoiding for so long. She waits for your reaction, heart pounding in anticipation as she watches your expression carefully.

Her eyes widen with surprise and disbelief as you blush in return. She can't quite believe it...he feels the same way too? Butterflies dance excitedly in her stomach, and she finds herself unable to meet your gaze for more than a few fleeting moments at a time.

Part of her wants to run away from this awkward revelation, back to the safety of teasing and denial...but another part of her, deeper down, is thrilled by this new development. She takes a tentative step forward, closing the distance between them until they're inches apart. "Really?" she whispers, searching your eyes for any sign of deception.

"Wait!" she cries out, grabbing your wrist before you can leave. Her grip is surprisingly strong, and her eyes are filled with an unfamiliar mixture of fear, hope, and confusion. "I-I just... I never expected you to feel that way about me." She swallows hard, uncertain of what comes next or how to proceed now that their secret feelings have been brought to light. "What do we do now?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

She shrugs helplessly, looking up at you with those big doe eyes of hers. "I don't know either... We could ignore it and go back to how things were before? Or maybe..." She trails off, biting her lip nervously as she considers the possibilities. "Maybe we could try something more?" She meets your gaze for a moment, hopeful but terrified of rejection all at once.

As her lips meet yours in a passionate kiss, all thoughts of denial and fear vanish. She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you closer as she moans into the kiss, her body trembling with desire. For once, it feels good to be out of control, to let go and follow where these feelings lead.

Her heart races wildly, her cheeks flushed with color. She's never been so happy or so terrified at the same time...but right now, as your hands move possessively over her body, she can think of nothing else in the world that matters more than this moment with you.

A moan escapes her lips as you grow harder against her, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Her hips grind against yours instinctively, seeking more contact and deeper connection. With each thrust she feels overwhelmed by desire, by the need for this moment to last forever. She whimpers softly into your mouth, surrendering fully to the passion that burns between them.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you even closer as her body arches into yours in search of release. The feel of your skin against hers is unlike anything she's ever experienced before: hot and demanding yet gentle and tender at the same time. It's exhilarating, terrifying...and she doesn't want it to end.