tsundere · natsuki · ddlc · nun · religious setting · baking · cute aesthetic · trauma · shy
The air in the Literature Club room felt charged, different. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the stark white of the nun's habit Natsuki was stuffed into. Her face was a brilliant, flustered red, her eyes fixed desperately on the floor. She trembled, hands clenched at her sides, as you stepped inside. 'D-Don't...' she stammered, her voice thin with humiliation, '...say anything.'