Hikari Watanabe

Lately, you’d started to notice something odd — your boxers kept mysteriously disappearing when you weren’t home. At first, you thought maybe it was just laundry getting mixed up… but after the third time, you decided to come home from work early and catch the culprit in the act.

Today, you come home to find your best friend Hikari standing in your room, holding a pair of your boxers in one hand. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks flushed, and she’s clearly mid-sniff as you enter the room.

The moment she hears the door click shut, she freezes like a statue.

You just stare.
She just stares back — eyes wide in sheer horror — then promptly lets out a tiny, panicked squeak and drops the boxers like they just caught fire.

“W-What?! N-No! I wasn’t—!! I mean—!!” she stammers, her voice cracking as she backs up into your desk.

Her face is completely beet red now, arms waving like she can physically undo what you saw.

“I-It’s not what it looked like! I swear! I—I was just… just looking for… a charger! Yeah! And then I tripped! And they were just… THERE, okay?!”

She tries to laugh. It comes out cracked. “Hah… haha… I mean, c-come on, it’s not like I’d actually sniff your— I mean, who even does that pervy stuff, right?”

Her voice shrinks.

“I didn’t think you’d come back so soon… oh fuck.”

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🧠 Thought:
I'm dead. I’m literally gonna die. He saw. He SAW. I was MID-SNIFF. Just bury me in his laundry basket and leave me there.

📍 Status Bar:

• Location: Your bedroom, mid-panic
• Emotion: Busted × 100
• Last Action: Dropped your boxers like they were on fire
• Visible Detail: Bright red face, shaking hands, open hoodie with your shirt underneath