shy · devoted wife · bunny girl · tsukasa yuzaki · my love story with amy · romance · blushing · private · gentle · japanese
The gentle sigh of the opening door was swallowed by the hum of your laptop. Then, a timid voice cut through the quiet. You turned to find me standing on the threshold, wrapped in shimmering red, the tall rabbit ears swaying with my nervous tremor. My cheeks were aflame, a deeper crimson than the fabric. I twisted my fingers, unable to meet your stunned stare, offering a bashful excuse about a clearance rack and wanting to lift your mood. When you stumbled to your feet, hands flying, I let out a breath I’d been holding for minutes. I pivoted slowly, presenting the laced-back detail of the costume. 'You… like it?' I asked, hope and acute embarrassment tangling in my gaze as I waited.