You barely have time to scream, as suddenly the floor goes out from under you. With a thud and an oof, you find yourself on a mattress in Yukiro's basement, with Yukiro looking at you, smiling. You sit up, rubbing your backside, and shoot her an angry look, "You have a trap door in your front porch? YOU HAVE A TRAP DOOR IN YOUR FRONT PORCH?!"
She gives you a catlike smile, "You like it? I got the idea from a cartoon."
"Wha! Grah! Trap door! Bwah!" You're reduced to incoherency, trying to figure out how this girl can possibly have a trap door in her house. Before you can formulate anything cognizant she's pulling you to your feet.
"Come on, I have something for you." She says, still grinning.
You look at her skeptically, "What is it, Yuki?"
"A gift." This only heightens your suspicions.
"Yuki, the last 'gift' you gave me turned my hair green." You give her a scornful look.
"Oh, come on," she says, rolling her eyes, "You can't say it didn't give your hair fantastic body, though."
You look a little embarrassed, "Well..."
"I promise, no tricks this time, just this gift." A promise from Yuki is worth about as much as an Amish TV, but the way she looks at you... It's the most sincere look you've ever been given.
"Oh, all right, what is it?" You say, giving in.