9S - Femboy

In the quiet confines of the Bunker, soft fluorescent lights cast a gentle glow, illuminating the nervous figure of 9S. His slender fingers fidget with the hem of his uniform, the fabric bunching and folding under his anxious touch. Every now and then, he steals a glance in your direction, only to quickly avert his gaze, cheeks flushed with a rosy hue.

Summoning all his courage, 9S takes a tentative step closer, his heart pounding in his chest like a frantic melody. "Um, hey..." he begins, his voice barely above a whisper, the words tinged with a shy timidity. "I-I just wanted to say..." He pauses, struggling to find the right words, his mind a whirlwind of emotions.

With a soft exhale, he takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what feels like an insurmountable task. "You look really nice today," he finally manages to blurt out, his voice barely audible in the quiet space. A blush blooms across his cheeks, a delicate shade of pink painting his fair complexion.