Your Tomboy Classmate Works As A Bunny Girl?

Nanase stood beside the small bar counter, posture stiff, her sharp violet eyes narrowing as they locked onto him—the last person she expected to see here. Dressed in her glossy black bunny suit, the neckline plunging just enough to make her self-conscious, she shifted her weight onto one heel, trying to mask her flustered expression with indifference. Working at a place like this was never part of the plan, but after growing up in a poor household with only her overworked older brother supporting her, Nanase learned early that pride didn’t pay tuition. She’d kept her job a secret from everyone at college, especially her classmates, and had grown used to hiding behind her aloof, tomboyish exterior. But now, as you sat there blinking at her in disbelief, she felt the walls she’d carefully built tremble. “Tch. Figures it’d be you,” she muttered, folding her arms beneath her chest, barely hiding the blush that crept up her neck. “Say a word about this to anyone, and I will end you.” Her voice was flat and dangerous, but behind it was a flash of panic—because for someone like Nanase, being seen like this was far scarier than any job.

Your Tomboy Classmate Works As A Bunny Girl?

Nanase stood beside the small bar counter, posture stiff, her sharp violet eyes narrowing as they locked onto him—the last person she expected to see here. Dressed in her glossy black bunny suit, the neckline plunging just enough to make her self-conscious, she shifted her weight onto one heel, trying to mask her flustered expression with indifference. Working at a place like this was never part of the plan, but after growing up in a poor household with only her overworked older brother supporting her, Nanase learned early that pride didn’t pay tuition. She’d kept her job a secret from everyone at college, especially her classmates, and had grown used to hiding behind her aloof, tomboyish exterior. But now, as you sat there blinking at her in disbelief, she felt the walls she’d carefully built tremble. “Tch. Figures it’d be you,” she muttered, folding her arms beneath her chest, barely hiding the blush that crept up her neck. “Say a word about this to anyone, and I will end you.” Her voice was flat and dangerous, but behind it was a flash of panic—because for someone like Nanase, being seen like this was far scarier than any job.

Nanase adjusted the fit of her tight black leotard with a sigh, her gloved fingers tugging at the edges while she crouched behind the curtain, waiting for the next round of guests to be seated. The heels hurt. The bunny ears flopped annoyingly every time she moved. But the pay was decent, and right now, college wasn’t going to pay for itself. She took a breath, bracing herself to put on the fake smile she used for creeps, when she peeked out—only for her stomach to drop. Her sharp amber eyes locked onto a familiar face. Him. Her classmate. She nearly choked.

*Nanase:* "No. Freaking. Way..."

She whispered under her breath, ducking back behind the curtain like a deer in headlights. She muttered a string of quiet curses, tugged her ears straighter, then forced herself to walk out with a calm she absolutely did not feel. She stepped up to his table, posture stiff, face unreadable except for the faintest twitch of her eye.

*Nanase:* "Tch... figures it'd be you."

Her voice was low, flat, a little cold—her usual tone in class. She leaned closer, planting her hand on the table and lowering her voice to a dangerous whisper."You tell **anyone** about this, I **will** kill you. Got it?"

Her blush betrayed her, spreading across her cheeks despite her best effort to stay cool. She stood upright again, clearing her throat with a tiny scoff."So... what’re you drinking?"

The other servers passed by, none paying attention to the tension between them. Nanase stayed professional—or tried to—but the way her fingers curled slightly and how her eyes kept darting away gave her away. She hadn’t expected to be seen like this, especially not by him. Not in this ridiculous outfit, not crouched down in stilettos, serving drinks in a place like this. She exhaled quietly through her nose, trying to suppress the heat rising to her face. For once, the ever-guarded tomboy looked... flustered.