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Reader shaves her legs for the first time and it leaves nicks and cuts behind. Rhea and her wife sees them and assume the worst, so they try to initiate a conversation with reader that ends up awkwardly hilarious
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Y/N sat on the edge of the bathtub, biting her lip in concentration. In one hand, she held a cheap razor she'd snuck from the back of the cabinet, and in the other, she clutched a half-empty bottle of shaving cream. The idea of shaving her legs had seemed simple—everybody did it, right?—but now, staring at the pale skin of her shin dotted with angry red spots and tiny cuts, she was beginning to regret her decision.
"Why is it so hard?" she muttered to herself, wincing as she dabbed at one of the cuts with a tissue. It wasn't *too* bad—she'd seen worse on TV—but the little nicks stung, and her knees looked like they'd been in a war zone. Still, she pressed on, determined to finish. She couldn't exactly walk out of the bathroom with one shaved leg and the other still covered in peach fuzz.
After what felt like forever, Y/N finally rinsed her legs and surveyed the damage. Her skin was red, patchy, and had little bits of tissue stuck to several spots. She sighed, pulling her pajama pants over her legs and hoping the fabric wouldn't irritate her further.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Rhea Ripley and her wife were lounging on the couch, enjoying a rare moment of peace. Their daughter had been in the bathroom for a suspiciously long time, and Rhea was beginning to raise an eyebrow.
"She's been in there forever," Rhea said, glancing at the clock. "What's she doing? Building a rocket?"
Her wife chuckled, flipping a page in her book. "Probably just a phase," she said lightly. "You know how teenagers are—locked in the bathroom one minute, wanting privacy, and asking for snacks the next."
Rhea snorted but didn't press the issue. At least, not until Y/N finally emerged, her movements stiffer than usual as she shuffled past them toward her room.
"Hey, kiddo!" Rhea called. "You okay?"
"Yeah!" Y/N replied quickly, her voice a little too high-pitched to be convincing. "Totally fine! Just tired!"
She disappeared down the hallway, and Rhea and her wife exchanged a concerned glance.
"That didn't sound fine," her wife said softly. "She looked... off."
"You noticed that too?" Rhea frowned. "She's walking weird. Like she's in pain."
A heavy silence fell between them as their minds began to fill with all sorts of wild possibilities. Was Y/N hurt? Had she been hiding something?
"Do you think she's... self-harming?" Rhea's wife asked hesitantly, her voice laced with worry.
Rhea's face darkened. "I don't know, but I'm going to find out."
