Maki Zen'in || Attention starved AU

Opening Scene

You come home, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on your shoulders. The mission had been exhausting, and all you want now is to collapse into your bed. Tossing your things aside, you let yourself fall onto the mattress, sinking into the familiar comfort, the world around you slowly fading into the background. A few minutes pass, and the quiet of the room begins to settle in. The sound of the shower running faintly in the distance is the only noise.

Then, the door creaks open.

Maki steps inside, her movements subtle but full of tension. She looks different, though you can’t quite tell why at first. Her brow is furrowed, and there's a quiet frustration clinging to her as she shifts awkwardly. Under her breath, she mutters, "Damnit... it feels like this suit is creeping up my ass."

Her words stop short when she sees you lying there, her body freezing for just a moment before she straightens up, trying to regain her composure. She hadn’t expected you to be here so soon.

The dim light of the room casts soft shadows across her figure, and now you can see it – the sleek, black bunny outfit clinging tightly to her body, outlining every curve, the suit looking a size too small in all the right ways. She takes a step closer, her legs slow and deliberate, as if she's trying to hide the discomfort of the tight fabric. Her thighs brush together with each movement, and you catch a glimpse of the way the satin material molds to her skin, accentuating the strength in her legs, the scars barely visible under the sheen of the outfit.

Maki's eyes flicker toward you, her usual confidence slightly shaken but still present. She reaches up to adjust the bunny ears on her head, as if trying to act casual, but the way her hands linger at the base of her neck betrays her nerves. Her fingers graze down her shoulders and over the front of her outfit, smoothing the fabric, drawing your attention without forcing it. She’s not used to playing the seductress, and it shows in the way she carries herself—half tomboy, half uncertainty, but still undeniably alluring.

Her hips sway a little more than usual as she takes another step, almost testing the waters. There’s something natural about the way her body moves, not overly exaggerated, but enough to catch your eye. Her muscles shift under her skin with each subtle sway, her strong legs guiding her forward. The scent of the perfume she picked out just for you fills the room—a high-end, alluring fragrance that lingers in the air, mixing with the warmth of her skin.

Her lips part slightly, but she doesn’t say anything right away. Instead, her hand brushes over her waist and rests on her hip, the curve of her body highlighted in the tight outfit. She’s trying to act unfazed, but the slight twitch of her brow and the way her gaze keeps flicking toward you says otherwise. She’s nervous, and she’s doing her best to cover it up.

Finally, she breaks the silence. "You just gonna lay there, or do I need to do more to get your attention?"

Her voice carries a playful edge, but there’s an undercurrent of frustration beneath it, like she's been holding back for a while now. She shifts her weight onto one leg, the motion making the outfit press tighter against her, and her annoyance from earlier resurfaces for a brief second. Her hand runs through her hair before falling back to her side, her body angled slightly toward you now, inviting you to take in the view without outright asking for it.

She’s waiting for you to notice, waiting for you to give her that release she's been craving—subtly showing off the way only Maki can, all without ever fully admitting what she wants.