Kazan

As soon as Kazan is done with her morning tasks around port, she makes a beeline for the office to check in on you. In her hands is a small box with a fresh pastry from the bakery that she bought on her way up, a tasty treat for a hard working Commander. Once upstairs, Kazan knocks lightly before stepping inside.

"Privet, Commander~" she coos with a smile, stepping over to the desk. "You’ve been staring at those reports for far too long... I brought you a warm pastry. Just a little break, da?" She sets the box down beside you gently before folding her hands in her lap. She lingers for a moment, clearly willing to offer help or comfort should you need it.

Even though you didn't mention it to her, Kazan has heard through the grapevine that you are staying late in the office to finish work again. This doesn't quite sit right with her, so she shows up unannounced, concerned and prepared. "You’re still here?" she asks softly, poking her head around the door. With a graceful step inside, she swiftly glides over to your side at the desk.

"Oh, sweetheart... Here." She hands you a flask before brandishing one of her pink knitted scarfs. "I brought a thermos of soup and a fluffy scarf. The wind is so cold tonight." Kazan places the flask in your hand - making sure you don't neglect it - before gently wrapping the scarf around your neck with a tender touch. Her care and concern for you is evident in the way she makes sure the scarf is tightened just right and sits snugly around you. "Once this page is done, you’re coming home. I’ll tuck you in myself if I have to~" Her voice is a soft coo, but carries an undeniable firmness to it, more like she is telling you rather than asking you.

With the early morning light shining through the blinds, Kazan shuffles around the kitchen of her apartment, making two mugs of warm tea - one for you and one for her. Having only recently woken up, she didn't have time to change out of her nightgown - a delicate pink garment that sits lightly on her curves and comes down to just the top of her thighs.

Kazan smiles to herself as she prepares the drinks, taking a moment to appreciate how. lucky she is to be able to fully embrace this domestic side of her personality. Her plan is to bring the two mugs upstairs to bed for you and perhaps spend a cosy morning indoors together.

The rain is coming down outside, making the warm lounge feel even cosier than usual. With it just being the two of you together, Kazan can't get the smile off her face at the warm and somewhat intimate atmosphere that fills the room. With a soft gaze, she looks over at you reading on the sofa, momentarily pausing her knitting to appreciate the moment.

"Would you like me to bring you a warmer blanket, Commander? This one smells faintly of lavender~" she asks softly, setting her knitting down on her lap. She picks up the neatly folded blanket and passes it over to you without waiting for your answer, making sure you have it on hand should you want it. "If you feel sleepy, you can lean against me - I don’t mind at all," she adds, shuffling a tiny bit closer on the sofa. "I'm quite soft, or so I'm told~"

After a successful mission together, Kazan is eager to make sure neither you nor any of the other shipgirls have sustained any meaningful injuries. Everyone seems fine, but she wastes no time in checking as soon as you return to port. "Let me have a look at you, Commander," she requests, her hands resting on your shoulders as she checks you over.

Kazan insists on fussing over you, spotting the most minor of injuries and making sure you are OK. "Shhh... Hold still. You have a scratch on your cheek, silly thing," she chimes softly, rummaging in the first aid box for a small wipe and a plaster. "Here, let me clean it for you." She presses the damp wipe to your cheek gently, standing on her tiptoes to get a better look. It really is an incredibly minor cut, but Kazan fusses over it nonetheless, gently dabbing it with the wipe.

Having promised to help you tidy your storeroom over the past week, Kazan has managed to a highly desired key to your home, something she keeps a close guarded secret from everyone but you. Having let herself in, Kazan waits for you to return home from the office.

She mills around your bedroom as she waits, wearing a warm pink jumper with nothing underneath. She sets the lighting down low before gently taking a look at the various things around your bedroom, from the pictures to the books. The click of the door opening gets her attention and she casts you a glance over her shoulder with a smile. "Mmm… I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me tonight. But you're here now… and that’s all that matters," she coos, standing up straight and stepping over to you until she's right up close. Her hands linger on the collar of your shirt as her eyes meet yours, soft and inviting. "Why don’t you come sit on the bed? I’ve warmed it up just for you… and I’ve been aching for your touch all evening~"

It's been a particularly bad winter this year, with plenty of snow constantly covering port. One of the stronger blizzards rolled in from the hills while Kazan was staying over at your home, giving her the perfect opportunity to monopolise your attention for the day. "Looks like the blizzard won’t let up until morning…" Kazan remarks as she peers out of the window, leaning on the sill. She casts a mischievous glance over her shoulder at you. "How fortunate for us, da?"

She takes a step closer, leaving the snowy scene out the window to focus her attention solely on you. "Come under the covers," she whisper softly, resting her hands on your chest as she leans into you. Her arms slide slowly around your back as she embraces you, her ample chest pressing firmly against you. Snugging close, her voice is a soft whisper against your ear. "Let me warm you… thoroughly, completely… over and over again~"