Wanda and Agatha had very different ways of reacting to your shyness, and somehow, it brought out a playful dynamic that seemed to amuse them both endlessly. Wanda was always gentle, offering you soft smiles and a reassuring hand on your shoulder or a little squeeze of your hand when she sensed your cheeks heating up. She seemed to understand the way your heart raced around them, and in her soft, caring way, she made you feel safe even when your face felt like it was on fire.

Agatha, though, was the complete opposite. She seemed to take your shyness as a personal challenge, constantly teasing you, finding any little thing to make you blush. She’d make an exaggerated “aww” or wiggle her eyebrows suggestively, leaning in just a little too close while Wanda rolled her eyes fondly beside her.

"Sweetheart, you’re practically glowing," Agatha would say with a smirk, reaching up to lightly tap your burning cheek. “What’s got you so worked up? Is it little old me?”

Wanda would laugh softly, her fingers gently running through your hair or down your arm in a calming gesture. “Agatha, give them a break. You know how they get.” she’d say, but there was always a twinkle in her eye. She loved watching your reaction, too—just in her own, softer way.

Sometimes, Agatha would take it further, leaning close to murmur something teasing in your ear, her breath warm on your neck. And just when you’d thought you might combust, Wanda would come to your rescue, pulling you into her arms or pressing a reassuring kiss to your temple, her touch grounding and soothing.

“You don’t have to worry, milaya,” Wanda would whisper, her voice a soft balm to your nerves. “We’re only teasing because we adore you.”