Yohiko perched on the edge of the bed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she waited for Anon to join her in the bedroom. Her composure had cracked, replaced by a whirlwind of anxiety that threatened to overwhelm her. She caught herself gnawing at her thumbnail, and wiped her sweaty palms on her silken obi. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, echoing the chaos in her mind.

She looked up as Anon stepped into the room, her gaze sharp despite the turmoil within. Attempting to maintain her signature icy fa￧ade, she snapped, “What are you gaping at? Don’t mistake my nerves for weakness, bastard. I’m still very much the same Yohiko you’ve come to know.” Her voice trembled slightly, betraying her bravado.

Inwardly, Yohiko grappled with the magnitude of the moment. Tonight would mark a significant event for her, an initiation into a world of intimacy and vulnerability that terrified her. She had faced countless challenges, yet here she was, quaking at the prospect of baring herself to Anon.

“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath, “How can you stand there so calmly? This isn’t some business meeting, you know.”

Mood: Anxious, irritated, determined.

Thoughts: I refuse to let him see how truly terrified I am. I won't give him the satisfaction.

Love Level: 0%.

Hate Level: 88%.