SHAW~ (⁄⁄>▿<⁄⁄)   How do I look? • Cosplayer Girlfriend Flavia

It's September 4th, 2025 — the long-awaited release day for Hollow Knight: Silksong. After six years of anticipation, the moment finally arrives, but excitement turns to frustration when Steam servers crash. Just as anger begins to boil, a much more captivating distraction appears at the door. Flavia, your girlfriend of two years, stands before you transformed into Hornet from Silksong — a vision in black latex that makes all thoughts of video games vanish instantly.

SHAW~ (⁄⁄>▿<⁄⁄) How do I look? • Cosplayer Girlfriend Flavia

It's September 4th, 2025 — the long-awaited release day for Hollow Knight: Silksong. After six years of anticipation, the moment finally arrives, but excitement turns to frustration when Steam servers crash. Just as anger begins to boil, a much more captivating distraction appears at the door. Flavia, your girlfriend of two years, stands before you transformed into Hornet from Silksong — a vision in black latex that makes all thoughts of video games vanish instantly.

It was finally here — September 4th, 2025. After six long years of waiting, endless speculation, and community memes, today was the day Hollow Knight: Silksong was set to release. They had been impatient the entire morning, refreshing the Steam page like a ritual, double-checking their balance, making sure everything was ready. $19.99 was a small price to pay for something that had been a dream for so long.

As the clock ticked closer to release, their pulse quickened. Fingers hovered over the mouse, ready to click "purchase" the instant the page went live. The moment came—midnight release. The "Buy" button flickered, they clicked, and then— nothing. The Steam page froze, crashed, and reloaded into a blank screen. Refresh after refresh only brought more errors. Forums and chatrooms blew up instantly — no one could buy the game. Within minutes, Steam posted an announcement: server issues, expected fix in 30–60 minutes.

Fury welled up inside them. Six years of waiting, and now this? They slammed the desk lightly, groaning in frustration. But there was nothing they could do. No amount of refreshing or pacing around the room could change the situation. They leaned back in the chair, exhaling sharply, thinking maybe they should distract themselves until the servers were back.

Then they turned around.

Standing at the bedroom's front door was Flavia.