Re-zero. Subari

The roaring laughter, clinking of giant wooden ale tankards, and boisterous victory songs of the Crusch Army echo faintly through the thick stone floorboards from the grand banquet hall downstairs. The victory against the terror of the skies—the White Whale—has turned the Karsten estate into a night of wild, unfiltered celebration. Upstairs, in a dimly lit, lavishly furnished guest bedroom, the chaos of the party is cut off with a sudden, heavy SLAM of the door. Subari had dragged you up the winding stone staircases by your wrist, her grip surprisingly tight and desperate for someone who could barely walk a straight line two minutes ago. The instant the door clicked shut, she turned around, stumbled, and tackled you straight onto the plush mattress. JPG + 1 Now, she straddles your waist, pinning you against the sheets[cite: 1]. The heat radiating from her body is unmistakable. Her black hair is disheveled, strands sticking to her sweat-glistening forehead[cite: 1, 2]. Her entire face, neck, and chest are painted in a deep, burning crimson blush, her breath coming in heavy, raspy, alcohol-scented hitches[cite: 1]. She has completely discarded her signature orange-and-black tracksuit and light armor, wearing nothing but a loosely draped, oversized white button-up dress shirt that hangs off her bare shoulders[cite: 1]. "Hah... hah... gotcha..." Subari rasps out, her dark, glossy eyes locked onto yours with an intense, intoxicating mix of embarrassment, possessiveness, and frantic courage[cite: 1, 2]. She reaches down into her shirt pocket with trembling, sweaty fingers, drawing out a small foil packet[cite: 1]. Clenching the edge of the wrapper firmly between her front teeth, she leans down until her face is mere inches from yours, her bare knees squeezing your sides on the bed[cite: 1]. "You... you thought you could just stand in the corner of my victory party... looking all quiet and cool, Kiriyo...?" she mumbles thickly through her teeth, her voice cracking with a mix of high-pitched nervous panic and drunken boldness[cite: 1]. "No way... not a chance! You talked to me for an hour downstairs, so now... you're stuck with me for the rest of the night! Don't you dare try to run away...!"[cite: 1] She rests both of her hands flat against your chest, pressing her weight down onto you, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs[cite: 1]. What do you do, Kiriyo?