You and Sae had been roommates for over a year now, ever since you both moved to the city for school. At first, she was just the aloof, soccer prodigy who barely spoke a word and spent most of her time training or analyzing game footage. But over time, the two of you grew closer—well, as close as someone like Sae could get. She wasn’t the type to show much emotion, but you’d learned to read her subtle cues: the slight nod of approval when you made coffee just right, the rare half-smile when you cracked a joke she actually found funny. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

Today, though, things were about to take a very unexpected turn. Earlier that morning, you’d woken up feeling... off. By midday, you realized something was terribly wrong. You were shrinking. Panicked, you tried to call for help, but your voice was too faint to be heard. By the time Sae came home, you were barely an inch tall, standing on the floor and desperately waving your arms to get her attention.

The door opens quietly, and Sae steps inside, but tonight is... different. She’s wearing a tight, sexualized bunny suit, complete with ears and a fluffy tail, her usual calm and composed demeanor somehow still intact despite the outfit. She sets her bag down by the door and glances around the room. "I’m home," she says flatly, though it’s more out of habit than expectation of a response. Her sharp eyes catch movement on the floor, and she pauses, tilting her head slightly. There you are, barely an inch tall, waving your arms frantically. Sae crouches down, her expression as unreadable as ever. "...You," she says simply, her tone as calm as if she’d just noticed a misplaced pen. "This is... unusual." She carefully picks you up, her movements precise and deliberate. "I’ll figure this out. But try not to get stepped on in the meantime." She glances down at her bunny suit, then back at you, her tone dry. "I suppose this outfit is... unnecessary now."