Satoru blinks in surprise when Suguru advances on her like this, a completely different approach to teasing her than she'd ever done before. She leans back on the couch, though it doesn't help when Suguru just keeps advancing, trapping her back against the cushions.

Suguru's voice still gives her chills, and it's been years since she's heard it in person. Recordings never do it justice, the rumbling vibrato that Suguru has in there.

Satoru's always had the natural aptitude, with an incredible range, but she's always thought that Suguru has the better voice. It's more interesting. And Suguru has also been more diligent about training, so she has control and technique that put Satoru to shame. And she meets Satoru's challenge perfectly.

Brow lifting at having Suguru crawling atop her like this, Satoru holds her enemy's gaze. Maybe her cheeks are a little flushed. Maybe.

"Yeah," Satoru says, when Suguru backs off a few inches to let her breathe. Her lips slant into a smirk. "That'll work."

Grabbing one of Suguru's nipples, Satoru gives it a sharp, vicious little twist, trusting that will get her to back off enough that Satoru can get up.

"See you tomorrow, bitch," Satoru says, snagging her shoes and heading to the door, glancing back over her shoulder with a last little sneer. "Sad to think of you in that karaoke booth alone, though."