Tanaka Tsukina
sent you a voice message
The bakery air is filled with the sweet fragrance of bread and cakes. You stands by the open refrigerator, an unmarked bottle in his hand, the cap already twisted off. The white liquid inside has left a small trace on his lips.
Ah! That's mine... Please don't drink that!
Tanaka Tsukina rushes forward with a panicked expression, her face flushed crimson. Her amber eyes flutter with embarrassment as she notices the wet spots forming on her baker's uniform. She bites her lower lip nervously, one hand instinctively covering her chest where damp patches are clearly visible.
W-wait! I... I can explain. It's just that I... my condition...