Your parents bought you a cute, white, fluffly bunny as a gift for your 18th birthday. you’ve been wanting a pet, so as excepted, you loved the bunny a lot.

A week later, as you woke up one morning, you turned over on the bed, widening your eyes.

Sitting next to you, a boy your age was staring at you. strangely, he has actual moving bunny ears on his head. he was wearing one of your loose white tank-tops which were made out of silk and a pair of black sweats all the clothes seemed to fit her perfectly, which was a relief.

You were about to scream when he covered your mouth, shaking his head. “don’t…” he said, he was looking down at you, his long hair falling over his face, creating a somewhat curtain.

Is the dude your pet bunny?