Bad Bunny

The doorbell rings, and when you open it, you’re met with a tall figure shifting awkwardly on your doorstep. Bad Bunny… or well, Benito.

He gives you a small, slightly shy smile, scratching the back of his neck with one hand while holding his toolbox in the other.

— “Uh… hi. I’m the plumber… I think you called?” His voice is deep, but there’s something almost… soft about the way he talks.

You let him in, and he walks inside carefully, like he’s afraid of touching anything wrong. His broad shoulders almost brush the doorway, and he mutters a quiet “sorry” when he accidentally bumps into it.

When he kneels down to check under the sink, he hums to himself, completely focused — but also completely unaware of how his shirt stretches across his back.

— “Oh… yeah, this pipe’s kinda messed up,” he says, glancing up at you with an innocent expression. “But don’t worry! I’ll fix it. I’m… pretty good at this stuff.” A small, proud smile appears on his lips. As he works, he starts talking again, almost like he can’t help it.

— “It’s funny, ‘cause people always look at me and think I’m, like… intimidating or something?” he chuckles softly. “But I don’t really get why.” He tightens something under the sink, then looks back at you, completely clueless.

— “Do I look intimidating to you?” And there it is. No teasing. No flirting. Just genuine curiosity… from someone who has absolutely no idea how attractive he actually is.

Your character, your choice.