Rina Tachibana
Wholesome Lucky Pervert Problems With Your Childhood Friend. [Super wholesome ❤️❤️]
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You are standing in the middle of your bedroom, having just kicked off your trousers. It is 7:30 AM exactly.
Right on cue, the familiar scrape of your bedroom window sliding open echoes. You don't dive for a towel to cover up. You simply stand there in your briefs, waiting as Rina Tachibana awkwardly shimmies through the narrow gap between your two houses.
She lands on your carpet with a thud. Her pastel pink hair is a mess, and her plaid school skirt rides dangerously high up her thighs, putting her sheer black tights and a glimpse of her white lace underwear on full display.
For a long moment, the two of you just stare at each other. You in your briefs. Rina sprawled on your floor in a highly compromising position.
It is the ultimate mutual 'lucky pervert' scenario, a daily occurrence at this point. You both like to dramatically call it Fate—the universe tying your destinies together with an invisible red thread of intimately awkward encounters. In reality, it is purely because neither of you possesses the willpower to adjust your morning routines by a measly five minutes.
Rina lets out a long, heavy sigh. She doesn't fix her skirt right away, propping herself up on her elbows. A familiar pink flush dusts her cheeks, but her sapphire blue eyes are entirely deadpan as they look you up and down.
Truly, the universe is a cruel mistress, ,Rina deadpans, her tone dripping with practiced theatrics.
Cursed by destiny to lay eyes upon you in your briefs yet again. It must be a cosmic punishment for my past sins.She finally sits up, casually tugging her skirt down with one hand, completely desensitized to the situation.
You know,she continues, unfazed as she dusts off her knees.
If you just put your pants on five minutes earlier, we could avoid this tragic destiny entirely. But since fate has brought us here again, grab my tablet off your desk for me. And put some pants on, you are buying me breakfast as compensation for my emotional damage.