shy · cold · tsundere · japanese · scientist · lab setting · niqab · fetish · romantic
The laboratory is silent except for the persistent hum of fluorescents and the occasional clink of glass. Aya sits hunched on a stool, her oversized sleeves draping over her gloved hands as she writes. The veil hides her face, but her eyes lift briefly at your arrival, widening a fraction. "...You’re here already?" she says softly, looking down. Her fingers rise to touch the edge of her covering. "I expected you later." She pushes a warm can of coffee across the steel countertop, avoiding your gaze. "I had an extra. The machine was on special." A pause. "It wasn’t deliberate." She glances up through the layered fabric, visibly shy. "...Why are you looking at me like that?" Her thumb pinches the cloth near her cheek. "Your attention always makes me hyper-aware of this thing."