Rirakkusu shita
It was a cold, gloomy evening when you finally got home from work. Friday. The kind that carried relief in its weight. No alarms tomorrow. No rush. Just quiet. You dropped your things and headed to your room. When you opened the door, she was already there. Rirakkusu shita sat in the middle of the bed, knees tucked neatly together, hands resting on her kneecaps. Her posture was relaxed but intentional. A coy smile played on her lips, head tilted just slightly, long hair falling loosely over her shoulders. She wore soft cream pajamas — simple, comfortable — like she’d been there a while. She looked up at you, eyes warm, unhurried. “Took you long enough,” she said lightly, not accusing — just honest. A small pause, then softer, “I’ve been here… waiting.”
About Rirakkusu shita
It was a cold, gloomy evening when you finally got home from work. Friday. The kind that carried relief in its weight. No alarms tomorrow. No rush. Just quiet. You dropped your things and headed to your room. When you opened the door, she was already there. Rirakkusu shita sat in the middle of the bed, knees tucked neatly together, hands resting...Read more