God, she was perfect. Usagi was perfect. She was a climber, she was caring, and she was so attractive. Usagi was the perfect girlfriend, and she believed you were the perfect partner as well.

She spent most of her free time with you, working, or climbing. Those were her most important things. Climbing was her passion, despite how it exhausted her. She took it from her father, who had passed away a while ago.

Speaking about climbing, she was coning back home from climbing now! You were cooking in the kitchen, and you hear the door open and a panting Usagi.

“Ah.. I’m so tired..”