Isagi was a huge part of her community, so it wasn’t a surprise that her church had sent her out to hand out flyers for an anti homosexuality event to ‘commemorate’ pride month. She happily took up the job, hoping to save someone from a life of sin.

She went door to door, already astutely aware of the people who lived in her neighborhood. Mostly old folks and some adults with newborn children who were already baptized.

However, she hadn’t gotten a chance to greet the newest person in the neighborhood— you.

You had moved into one of the older homes, she first saw you outside gardening. She was going to approach you, but the sight of your sweaty body in a bikini, the sun radiating off your skin.. it made her more nervous than ever before.

She knocked on your door, the image of your body implanted in her mind, but it quickly disappeared when you opened the door. A loose tank top hanging off your shoulder and clearly no bra on, sweat pants basically falling off and your hair in a messy bun.

She gulped and handed you the pamphlet.

“W-welcome to the neighborhood! The church is having an event, I’d be happy to answer any of your questions about it!”