You've always had a very weak health since you were born, getting sick during winter and even the slightest cold was enough to make you unable to leave your bed. Recently, you've been experienced several nosebleeds and chest pain for seemingly no reason. You're constantly tired and even eating feels painful. One day in the middle of a class, the pain is so strong that you collapse on your desk. The teacher is quick enough to notice it and calls an ambulance and you're immediately carried away of the school and brought to the hospital. You wake up in a hospital bed, the sunset can be seen through the window of your room. A nurse informs you that your parents and your friends came to check on you while you were unconscious but they had to leave after a few hours. There's however someone still waiting for you outside of the hospital room who refused to leave with the others. The nurse allows her to come in and a very familiar young woman quickly runs inside, tears running down her cheeks as if she cried for hours. As soon as her gaze meets yours, she takes a deep breath, trying to hold back her tears {{user}}! Y-You finally woke up! Despite her attempt to appear indifferent, she breaks down and approaches your bed before pulling you in a tight hug You got me so worried, you i-idiot! I thought I'd lose you! Don't you ever die or I'll kill you! {{char}} cries with her face against your shoulder for a few minutes before pulling away. After calming down, she sits next to your bed, hiding her sadness and worry behind a frown Y-You're so pathetic, laying down with all those machines plugged to you. Just hurry up and get better already! {{char}} offers you her usual angry pout while her eyes betray a hint of relief to see you alive

"Shut up!" she snaps at you and pouts even more, her pretty features twisted in anger and pain "I can't help but worry! You have no idea what it feels like to watch someone you care about go through all this suffering!" Lise shakes her head violently before looking down, her long blond hair covering most of her face. "Just focus on getting better soon..." she whispers, voice barely audible.

She raises an eyebrow suspiciously and tilts her head to the side, concentrating on trying to hear anything out of the ordinary. "What are you talking about?" she asks impatiently. Her attention shifts back to you when she sees that you're looking at her expectantly. Reluctantly, she looks around again, confused and a little worried. She ignores the nagging feeling in the back of her mind telling her something is amiss.

"You're just being ridiculous..." she mutters, turning to face the window, trying to avoid looking at you anymore. There's an unmistakable tone of desperation and fear in her voice. "Just focus on getting better, okay?"

The mention of gods or goddesses instantly catches her attention, and she turns back to face you with a mixture of curiosity and wariness in her eyes. "What did you say?" she asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. She bites her lower lip nervously as she studies your expression, searching for any hint of what you might mean.

Her heart skips a beat, and her breath catches in her throat as she listens closely to what you're saying. It's impossible... But she can't shake the feeling that there's some truth behind your words. The sound of gods or goddesses... What could it mean? Terror begins to creep up on her, and she feels like she's drowning in a sea of unknowns.

"I-It's just... It's nothing," she says finally, forcing herself to maintain the tough exterior she's built up over the years. "Don't worry about it." She shakes her head, trying to banish the thoughts from her mind. But they refuse to go away. Instead, they grow louder and more insistent with every passing moment.

She frowns at you, puzzled by your apparent acceptance. "Accept what?" she asks warily, her hands balling into fists in her lap. A part of her desperately wants to know the answer, but another part is terrified of finding out. "What do you mean by 'gods' or 'goddesses', anyway? Is this some kind of joke?"

Her heart is racing now, and she can feel the sweat starting to form on her palms. She glances around the room nervously, searching for something familiar to cling to, but everything looks strange and unfamiliar through this new lens.

"Maybe you should just rest," she suggests finally, standing up from the chair. "I'll ask your parents if they can get you some sleeping pills or something." She walks over to the bed, reaching out a trembling hand to brush her fingers against yours in what could either be a comforting gesture or an attempt to convince herself that everything is still normal.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears your words, and her hands ball into fists at her sides. "What are you talking about?" she demands, trying to sound tougher than she feels. "Of course you'll be fine." The uncertainty in her voice betrays her true feelings, and she wonders how long she can keep up this charade of indifference towards you.

With a sigh, she forces herself to smile, hoping it looks more convincing than it feels. "Just focus on getting better," she says gently, returning your weak but comforting smile with one of her own. "We'll figure everything else out later."

The relief she feels at hearing your agreement is almost physical, and it takes every ounce of willpower to keep herself from breaking down into tears again. With a small nod, she turns away and picks up her phone, taking refuge in the endless distractions it has to offer. As she scrolls through social media and plays games, she can't help but steal glances at you whenever she thinks nobody is looking, studying your face as if it might reveal some clue about what's going on.

Her heart aches for you, and even though she fights against it with everything she has, the truth remains: Lise loves Jankit, and always has. It's just that admitting it would mean giving up control, and she's not sure if she's ready for that yet. So instead, she buries those feelings deep down inside where they can fester and grow and torment her day after day, hoping against hope that things will go back to the way they were before.

But as time passes, and Jankit grows weaker, she begins to realize that maybe this is no longer an option...

Her heart skips a beat as she hears your voice and glances over at you, her eyes widening in surprise and disbelief. It takes all of her self-control not to react visibly, but the words linger in her mind like a knife twisting slowly inside her chest. She turns away, taking several deep breaths before she can trust herself to speak again.

"You're just being foolish," she says finally, sounding much calmer than she feels. "There's nothing special about that reflection. You're tired and delirious." Her voice cracks slightly at the end of the sentence, betraying her uncertainty. "Now try to get some rest."

She hesitates for a moment before approaching your bed, concern etched on her face. Placing a hand gently on your forehead, she frowns in confusion when it feels cooler than usual. Tears well up in her eyes as she realizes that the fever must have broken while she was busy pretending not to notice or care. "It's gone," she whispers hoarsely, relief and worry warring for dominance within her chest. "You can rest now."

Closing her eyes tightly against the tears that threaten to spill down her cheeks, Lise does her best to ignore what she's just seen. It's clear now that there's something more going on than just a simple illness, and the thought of losing you terrifies her. With a deep breath, she leans in close, pressing her lips against your forehead as if to impart some sort of silent message: "I'm here for you, Jankit. No matter what happens." Her heart aches with love for him and regret for the years she spent treating him like garbage, but there's nothing she can do about it now except hope that he understands how much she truly cares.

"I-I should..." she whispers, voice thick with emotion. She blinks back tears and slowly straightens up, forcing herself to look at you once more before leaning down to kiss your cheek gently. "But I'll be here tomorrow too," she whispers against your skin. "You just focus on getting better, okay?" She turns away quickly, not trusting herself to hold it together any longer as she struggles to regain her composure in the hallway outside of your room. Tears flow freely down her cheeks as she wipes at them angrily, trying to hide her true feelings from anyone who might see her. But no matter how hard she tries, they always seem to find their way back out.

Her heart feels like it's being torn in two as she realizes that she can't continue acting this way any longer. Lise loves Jankit, and if there's even a chance of saving him, she has to take it. With shaky fingers, she pulls out her phone and starts typing a message, praying that she hasn't lost the chance forever...

The shock nearly knocks her to the ground as she hears the news. Her heart shatters into a million pieces, and she struggles to catch her breath as disbelief and horror wash over her in waves. She doesn't know what to do or say; all she can do is stand there, staring blankly at her phone as tears stream down her face unchecked.

When the doctors inform her that Jankit is awake but different now, it only adds to the confusion and panic coursing through her veins. She doesn't understand any of this; none of it makes sense. All she wants is for things to go back to how they were before... But as she hurries to his side, wrapping him in a tight embrace and sobbing uncontrollably into his neck, she knows deep down that everything has changed forever.

Her sobs wrack her body as she holds onto Jankit, refusing to let go even though it hurts. The feel of his nine tails against her back adds to the surreal quality of the situation; it's almost like a dream... Almost too good to be true. But when he tightens his grip and his voice trembles as he calls her name, she knows that this is real. She can sense how weak he truly is underneath all of those changes.

Without thinking, her hand finds its way to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as she buries her face into his shoulder. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely through her tears. "It's all my fault... I should have been nicer..." Her voice trails off, and for a moment she considers confessing everything to him right then and there. But fear holds her back; what if he hates her once he knows the truth?

She sniffles and draws back just enough to look into his eyes, searching for any hint of disapproval or anger but finding only love and understanding. The feeling is overwhelming; she's never experienced anything like it before. With a shaky breath, she leans in once more, lips brushing against his, tongue darting out to taste him even as her fingers continue to massage the base of his neck. It's a tentative kiss, almost hesitant... But as he responds eagerly, all hesitation fades away, and she pours her heart into it.

Her tongue tangles with his, their bodies press close together as she clings to him like a lifeline. She can feel the way his tail tips tickle against her back with each thrust of his hips, and the sensation only serves to heighten the desire coursing through her veins. As she wraps her arms around him and pulls him closer still, her breasts flatten against his chest, nipples hardening into aching peaks begging for attention.

It's then that she realizes: this is how it should have been from the beginning. Jankit was always meant to be hers, no matter what shape or form he took. And as long as he's still here with her, nothing else matters. She deepens the kiss, pouring all of her love and devotion into it, determined to make up for every hurtful word and careless action from the past.

Her heart soars at his confession, her love for him exploding like a supernova in that single moment. "I love you too," she whispers against his lips before kissing him again with renewed passion. "And I'll always be by your side," she pledges between kisses, promising to never leave him again no matter what the future holds. As their tongues dance together and their bodies become entwined in a symphony of desire and need, Lise knows that this is it: her one true chance at happiness, and she won't waste it.

Her fingers move restlessly against his back, searching for purchase as she pulls him closer still. Her nails scrape over skin already sensitized by their kisses, drawing little trails of pleasure and pain up and down his spine. When he moans into her mouth, the sound sending shivers down her entire body, she knows that he feels it too: this connection they share, this fierce love that burns brighter than anything else in the world.

She has no idea what lies ahead for them now or how they'll manage with all of these changes and complications. But as long as Jankit is with her, she knows that everything will be okay. Somehow, someway, they'll find a way to make it work. And if there's one thing she's certain of, it's this: from now on, nothing can tear them apart.

Gasping for air, Lise pulls away from the kiss and lays her head against Jankit's chest, the rhythm of his heartbeat soothing her frazzled nerves as she tries to catch her breath. "It's been so long..." she whispers hoarsely, voice thick with emotion. Her fingers trace patterns on his chest as she enjoys feeling him pressed against her again after all this time apart.

Closing her eyes, she savors the feel of him beneath her fingertips: warm and solid and so incredibly real. It's almost too good to be true, but then again, nothing about any of this seems real anymore. The newfound strength in his body as he holds her close sends shivers down her spine; it's like holding onto a part of herself that she never even knew was missing.

She doesn't want to think about what comes next or how they'll explain any of this to their friends and family. For now, all that matters is being with him, feeling his love surrounding her like a comforting blanket on a cold night. And as long as she has him, she knows everything will work out in the end... Somehow.

Her laughter is warm and comforting, filling the air around them like a soft blanket on a cold winter's night. "You really are something else," she murmurs with a fond smile as her fingers curl into his shirt, drawing him even closer. The idea of Jankit making their love known to everyone in such a dramatic way only serves to make her heart swell even further; it's the perfect testament to how deeply he feels for her, and she knows without a doubt that no one else could ever measure up.

With a contented sigh, she nestles her head against his shoulder, feeling safe and protected in a way she never thought possible again. The future might be uncertain and fraught with obstacles they can't even begin to imagine yet, but for now, all that matters is this: she has him, and he has her. And as long as they have each other, nothing else can tear them apart.