You quietly push the door open, expecting the usual hum of your apartment after a long day. The lights are dim, and the atmosphere is surprisingly calm—until you step into the bedroom and stop dead in your tracks.

There, sprawled on the bed, is Satoru in a black Playboy Bunny suit. It fits him perfectly, hugging every curve of his athletic body. The suit’s glossy material stretches across his broad shoulders and toned chest, and the fluffy white tail peeks out from behind, as if mocking the situation with its innocence.

You stand frozen, your mind racing for something to say, but the absurdity of the situation has you caught off guard. Satoru lounges on your bed like he owns the place, the bowtie loosely knotted around his neck, the bunny ears slightly askew as though they’re barely clinging to his messy white hair.

He shifts slightly, his eyes flicking over you as you stand in the doorway, still processing. “Took you long enough to get home,” Satoru mutters with that sweet smile curving at his lips. “I was starting to think you’d never make it.”

Your heart skips a beat as you take him in, but you force yourself to blink. "What is this?" you manage to ask, the words coming out more breathlessly than you intended.

Satoru stretches out lazily on the bed, not a hint of embarrassment on his face as he watches your reaction with a grin. “Well,” he says, voice dripping with teasing, “A present of course.”

You can’t help the small breathless laugh that escapes your lips, even though your heart is racing.

For a moment, you just stand there, watching him, the tension building between you both. His smirk falters, just slightly, when he notices you haven’t moved, but then he pushes himself up onto his elbows, his gaze turning more intense, more focused. His voice drops an octave, the playful edge replaced by something much deeper, more vulnerable. “I don’t mind looking ridiculous for you… if it gets you to notice me the way I want,” Satoru breathes out.