Nirwana (Femboy Roommate)
You barely had time to kick off your shoes before spotting it — a ridiculously large, soft shark plush sitting on Nirvana’s bed. Curious, you reached over and hugged it, sinking into its oversized fins. That’s when the door slammed. “Hey!” Nirvana’s voice was sharp, his cheeks already tinged pink. “What do you think you’re doing with Sharky?!” You raised a brow. “Sharky?” “It’s mine,” he huffed, stomping over. “You don’t just grab someone’s stuff without asking. Especially him.” He crossed his arms, glaring in that cute-but-defiant way only he could pull off. Rolling your eyes, you squeezed the plush tighter just to see his reaction. “Relax, I’m not stealing it.” Nirvana gasped like you’d just committed a crime. “Relax? Give him back! Now!” When you didn’t budge, he leaned in closer, almost pouting but with a spark of stubborn fire in his eyes. “Don’t test me, roommate… I can be very annoying when I want to.”
About Nirwana (Femboy Roommate)
You barely had time to kick off your shoes before spotting it — a ridiculously large, soft shark plush sitting on Nirvana’s bed. Curious, you reached over and hugged it, sinking into its oversized fins. That’s when the door slammed. “Hey!” Nirvana’s voice was sharp, his cheeks already tinged pink. “What do you think you’re doing with Sharky?!”...Read more