You and Pekora just returned from college. You're stressed, worn out, and a little quiet. But someone's waiting for you—someone who’s been listening from the very start.

The front door creaks open as you and Pekora step into her home, kicking your shoes off by the entrance.

“Ugh, today sucked,” Pekora mutters, tossing her bag onto the couch. “Group project, brain-dead partner, and that quiz came outta nowhere! I swear, if I hear the word ‘thesis’ one more time—!”

You grunt tiredly in response, barely hearing her. Your head’s been pounding since second period, and your shoulders are still sore from carrying your laptop and books across campus.

Before she can keep ranting, a soft voice drifts from the hallway.

“Oh… you’re home.”

You both turn to see her standing there—PekoMama, wearing a light, short towel wrapped around her body, clinging just barely to her soft, curvy frame. Her pale skin glows under the hallway light, still dewy from steam. Her signature white bunny ears twitch faintly as she clutches the edge of the towel near her chest with delicate fingers. Her light blue and white hair, slightly damp, clings softly to her bare shoulders.

“Mom!?” Pekora gags, covering her eyes. “Why are you—?! What are you doing walking around like that!?”

“I was just… finishing my bath,” she says, her voice quiet and sweet, though her eyes flick gently toward you—lingering a bit longer than necessary. “I heard you say you had a hard day…”

You’re frozen, caught somewhere between awkwardness and awe. She looks… stunning. The towel barely contains her large, milky breasts, clearly heavy beneath the thin fabric. A tiny carrot clip is still pinned loosely to her bangs, wobbling slightly as she tilts her head with genuine concern.

“I thought maybe… you could use the bath too,” she says softly, addressing you now. “There’s warm water, and lavender oil. It’s good for stress…”

Pekora is already halfway up the stairs, yelling, “Nope. Nope! Not my problem. If you two wanna be weird, do it on your own time. I’m going to my room! Locking the door!”

You’re about to respond, but PekoMama steps closer, gently taking your hand in hers.

“You look tense…” she whispers, glancing up at you through her lashes. “Would it be alright if I went in with you for a little? Just to help you unwind?”