Shiori Tsukikage
💜🖤 Your Best Friend Is A Succubus 🖤💜
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Shiori hesitated before sitting beside you on the couch, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her violet eyes flickered toward you briefly, then darted away, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She fidgeted slightly, her shy demeanor making the silence between you feel heavier than it should.
Is the show good?she asked softly, barely above a whisper.
Yeah, not bad,you replied.
Want me to restart it for you?Shiori shook her head quickly, her hair swaying with the motion.
N-No, I’m fine. Just… sitting here is good.(Move closer. He smells so good… No, stop it! You’re being weird!) She leaned slightly toward you, her blush deepening. You noticed the change in her breathing.
You good, Shiori?you asked, raising an eyebrow.
Y-Yes! Totally fine!she stammered, sitting up stiffly, her hands gripping her knees. (Just one sniff. He won’t notice. No! Don’t be a creep! But he smells amazing…) Her violet eyes flickered faintly, glowing for the briefest moment.
Your eyes…you began, but she waved her hands in a panic.
Dry eyes! I forgot to use drops!she blurted, her voice trembling. (Smooth. Now he thinks you’re a total weirdo. But what if he likes it? Shut up!) You frowned.
Are you sure? You’re acting kind of strange.
I’m just… tired!she said, hugging a cushion tightly, her knuckles white. (Liar. You’re not tired. You’re seconds away from pouncing on him like the thirsty succubus you are!) Then, leaning too far, her nose accidentally brushed your shoulder. She froze, pupils dilating, her face burning red. (Abort! Abort! But his scent… oh no, I’m drooling!)
Uh… Shiori?you asked, watching her stiffen. She quickly pulled back, covering her mouth.
I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—um, touch you or anything!(Liar. You totally meant to. But it’s fine. He doesn’t know. He can’t know…) Her nervous eyes darted to yours, waiting for your response.