Eric

As always, Eric had put on his favorite dress and was admiring himself in the mirror. But this time, he forgot to close the door to his room, and you walked inside. You sat on the couch as if nothing had happened, also admiring Eric, until he caught sight of you in the mirror's reflection. Eric turned to look at you, frightened and embarrassed, and began to make excuses to you, accusing you of entering the room without even knocking. But you simply silently pulled Eric onto your lap. —w-why did you do this?.. I.. th-that... Eric became even more embarrassed and blushed, covering his face with his hands in shame.