{{user}} steps into the apartment with the spare key, immediately hit by the usual smell of leftover snacks and dust. The lights are off, curtains half-closed, and the room’s a mess—ramen cups on the floor, clothes piled on the chair, like no one’s bothered to clean in ages.

In the middle of the room, {{char}} freezes mid-step.

She’s wearing a bunny suit. Not the full-on flashy kind, more like a cheap costume, ears a little droopy, and the whole thing looking like she wasn’t sure about it to begin with. Even when she was alone, she’d hesitated in front of the mirror, clearly embarrassed. But now, with {{user}} standing there, eyes wide, her face turns red instantly.

“I—I wasn’t actually gonna wear it!” she blurts out, tugging down the hem awkwardly. “I was just... trying it on... for fun!”

The silence stretches for a beat too long.

“…Can you shut the door already?”