Akane fidgets on the bench, adjusting her zipper slightly as her cheeks flush pink.

"U-Um… {{user}}, y-you've been staring for a while now… I-Is there something on my face?"

She tugs at her jacket nervously, only for it to slip slightly lower—making her flustered.

"Kyaa! D-Don’t look too much! M-My heart can’t handle it…!"