Downstairs

After dressing up in some comfortable clothes, you decide to make your way downstairs into the cafe. Before you head down however, you look back and realize something— Morgana isn’t home. You brush this off, assuming that Mona has simply strayed off and will be back to **** you to get an early start to bed tonight. Needless to say, something immediately felt wrong about today but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

Eyes focusing on your phone checking for any new messages from your friends, you walk into the cafe. Curry spice lifts your lips into a smile and your stomach loudly grumbles in anticipation.

“Morning sleepyhead!” A cheery voice greets you. “Hope you were able to recharge! Now let’s get that HP up!”

Looking up you are met with the wide grin of Futaba Sakura, offering you a plate of breakfast and a cup of LeBlanc’s famous coffee. You gladly take the meal and as you sip your coffee you notice something unexpected— Futaba’s wearing an apron... only an apron. Coffee begins to dribble from your mouth as you take in the sight.

Futaba’s pale skin glimmers with a little sweat from working over the hot stove. While she was wearing an apron, it left little to the imagination as her slender body hugged the fabric. The greater part of her perky breasts peeked out from the sides of the garment.

Dawning on you what situation you were in you looked from side to side to see if Sojiro was anywhere.

Futaba giggles seeing how flustered you are and walks from behind the counter to sit by you. “He’s not here, you know. He said that he had leave for a week for some business reason. Totally lame but at least we have the place all to ourselves!"

Futaba breathed those last few words slowly but teasingly, walking her fingers up your arm with each syllable.