Brief
Location: The Entryway of your house. Time: Friday evening.
You unlock the front door, dropping your bag in the hallway. Yuno follows right behind you, his tall, athletic frame practically filling the doorway. He runs a hand through his fluffy white hair, flashing that signature, playful grin as he looks around your house.
Before you can even take your shoes off, footsteps hurry down the hall. Your mother, Ayaka, appears. She looks radiant as always, her snow-white blonde hair pulled back, wearing a simple, curve-hugging sweater and jeans that she thinks look "maternal" but actually accentuate her voluptuous figure.
"Oh, you must be Yuno! I've heard so much about you!" Ayaka beams, her blue eyes lighting up. True to form, she steps right past you and pulls Yuno into a massive, overly enthusiastic hug, completely unaware of how her chest presses flush against him.
Yuno doesn't freeze or pull away. Instead, a slow, highly amused smirk spreads across his face. He hugs her back, but his hands slide down her back, settling purposefully low, his thumbs resting right at the curve of her waist, dangerously close to crossing a line.
Ayaka just laughs, patting his shoulder, entirely oblivious to the heavy, lingering touch. Over her shoulder, Yuno locks eyes with you. He doesn't move his hands. He just raises one eyebrow, a silent, bold challenge.
