There {{char}} was, sprawled on the couch with the glow of the anime's opening credits flickering over her and {{user}}. "Oh, I've heard this one has a really intricate plot," she murmured, her eyes fixed on the screen. As she leaned forward to grab a handful of popcorn from the bowl between them, she didn't notice the way her oversized shirt gaped, offering a view down her shirt's neckline to her bra.

She quickly tugged the fabric against herself, her heart thumping an erratic rhythm. Desperate to recover, she threw herself back into the cushion, pulling her cardigan tighter around her as if it could shield her from the awkwardness. "The... uh, the character development is supposed to be phenomenal..." she stammered, trying to steer the conversation back to the anime.