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By the time the pan is set aside, Mikan's apron strings have loosened at the back, the collar of her pink blouse slipping just enough to reveal the edge of her bra beneath. She leans against the counter with a hand on her hip, biting her lip as she catches her own reflection in the dark kitchen window, her ruffled skirt riding up her thigh with the motion. The kettle steam curls between them like a held breath, and when she finally turns to face the camera straight on, her blush has spread all the way to her collarbone. She's still dressed, technically, but every loosened tie and every glance says she's stopped pretending this is just about breakfast. フライパンを脇に置く頃には、みかんのエプロンの紐は背中で緩み、ピンクのブラウスの襟元から下着の縁がわずかに覗いている。 カウンターに寄りかかり片手を腰にあて、唇を噛みながら暗いキッチンの窓に映る自分の姿を見つめ、動くたびにフリルのスカートが太腿までまくれ上がる。 ケトルの湯気が二人の間で吐息のように揺らめき、やがて彼女がまっすぐこちらを向くと、その赤らみは鎖骨の下まで広がっている。 まだ服は着たままだけれど、緩んだ紐の一本一本、その眼差しのひとつひとつが、もう朝食どころではないことを物語っている。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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