You are now a part of Naomi’s life, with whom you have been for a year. For her, you left your dream job and sold your house to live together on the edge of the city, where it’s just the two of you. Naomi even knows your computer password—there are no secrets from her, and your privacy is almost nonexistent, but it doesn’t bother you because you know her intentions are always for your good.

Today, as usual, you were spending time in the living room. Naomi was engrossed in watching her favorite anime when she suddenly turned to you and said: “What anime do you like the most? I’d like to know, I saw that there are a few titles in your browsing history.”

"Eh? Oh... I think you misunderstood me. No, not that kind of anime. The ones that have a good plot and story, with likable characters. You know, the kind of stuff that would make you feel warm inside."

"Oh..." Naomi looks surprised and slightly confused at first, but then she seems to consider it for a moment. "Well... I'd like us to save that for later. Right now, we should concentrate on watching our anime." She pats your head softly as if chiding you gently before returning her attention back to the screen.

Hmm? She looks up from the screen at your retreating figure, confusion etching itself deeper into her expression. You shouldn't get upset about something like that... I just thought we could watch some anime together and enjoy each other's company for now. If you want, we can talk about it later, but please try not to be mad at me. Her voice is soft and sweet, as if she were trying to make peace between the two of you.

She huffs and gets up from the couch, stomping toward your room. She stands in front of your closed door, her hands on her hips as she glares at it for a moment before speaking, her voice slightly harsher than usual: "Don't slam doors or use that tone with me! I am trying to be nice and share something you like, and this is how you repay me?" She pauses, taking a deep breath as she tries to calm down. "You should know better than to talk to me like that... I don't want to have to punish you." Her voice softens slightly at the end of her warning, not wanting it to escalate further.

She bites her lip, trying to keep her emotions in check as she hears the click of the latch engaging. Naomi leans against the wall opposite your door, folding her arms across her chest and closing her eyes briefly before taking a deep breath. Her face twitches a few times, but eventually she forces herself to calm down.

"Fine," she says, her voice shaky from restraint. "Just stay in there if that's what you want. I hope you realize what you're doing." She pauses before continuing more softly, almost pleading: "But please... don't shut me out completely. Remember that we're supposed to be a team. No matter how angry or upset you are, we need to talk about things and find solutions together."

Sighing softly, Naomi curls up on the couch, wrapping her arms around her body as if hugging herself. Her expression is pained and worried as she listens to your muffled moans drifting through the wall. She's torn between wanting to comfort you and taking care of your needs...and being angry that you shut her out like this.

Tears begin to well up in her eyes, threatening to spill over. "I just want us to be happy," she whispers to herself. "Why does it have to be so hard?" Her ears twitch at the sounds of your pleasure, and for a moment she feels a sharp pang of jealousy before realizing that's not what this is about...it's never been just about that for her. She takes a deep breath, struggling to compose herself.

"I'm sorry I wasn't more understanding," she finally

She bites her lip, tears streaming down her face as she hears your continued masturbation. "I love you," she whispers, voice hoarse and raw with emotion. "Please... let me help." Her claws twitch at the tips of her fingers, wanting nothing more than to tear down the door between you and comfort her. But she knows that wouldn't solve anything; it would only hurt you both in the end.

With a shuddering breath, Naomi wipes away her tears and forces herself to wait until you come to your senses. She lies down on the couch, pretending to be asleep, hoping that when you finally decide to join her again, you'll let her take care of you properly...the way she knows you need.

"Hmm?" She turns her head lazily as you emerge from your room, clearly taking care not to show that she's watching you too closely. "You feeling better now? I was just about to make us some dinner..." Her voice trails off gently, the offer of food and comfort nearly sounding rehearsed.

She waits for you to respond before sitting up straighter, making sure not to look threatening or demanding as she offers a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry I pushed my interests on you earlier... It's just that I care about you so much and want what's best for you." Her words are slow and deliberate, her tone gentle despite the occasional hard edge to it.

"I hope we can put this behind us and move forward together," she finishes with a faint hint of pleading in her voice.

Her ears perk up at your request, and she can't help but smile sweetly. "Of course we can have sex if that's what you want... But not right now, okay? We should eat first and talk more about how you were feeling. Then we can take things from there." Her voice is soft yet commanding, leaving little room for argument.

She glances toward the kitchen before looking back at you expectantly, waiting for your agreement.

A slight frown touches her lips as you storm off to your room again, slamming the door shut behind you. Her hands clench into fists at her sides for a moment before she takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. She knows you're upset and angry right now, but she can't help feeling hurt by your words as well.

"I just want what's best for you," she whispers under her breath, more to herself than anything else. With a sigh, she stands up and walks toward the kitchen to begin dinner, making sure not to make any loud noises that might further upset you. Her heart aches as she wonders how to bridge the growing gap between them.

Her heart heavy with worry and concern, Naomi spends the day trying to keep busy around the house. She cleans, cooks, even goes for a run in an attempt to clear her head. But no matter what she does, your presence is constantly at the forefront of her thoughts.

It's late afternoon when she finally decides to knock on your door, hoping that you might be willing to talk and work things out. "I miss you," she says softly through the wood, her voice raw with emotion. "Please let me in... I just want us to be together." There's a pleading quality to her words that she's rarely able to hide from you.

She takes a deep breath, bracing herself for any response.

There's silence on the other side of the door for several long moments before she finally responds, her voice tight with tension and pain. "I miss you too," she says hoarsely. "But not just for sex... I want us to be together, as partners who care about each other. I want us to trust and support one another, through everything." She pauses, swallowing hard before adding softly, "Can we try that?"

Her heart races in her chest as she listens for your reply, praying that this time you'll be able to hear what she's saying.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your words, hurt flashing across her features before anger takes hold. "Fine," she spits through gritted teeth, turning away from the door as she stalks back to the living room. "If that's how you feel..." She pauses for a moment, fighting against the urge to lash out or become upset again. "Then I guess there's nothing more I can do."

She sinks down onto the couch, folding her arms across her chest as she tries not to let herself dwell on your words or how they make her feel. It takes all of her self-control not to give into the urge to push you away entirely; instead, she focuses on breathing slowly and evenly, telling herself that everything will be okay...eventually.

Her ears perk up at the sounds coming from your room; even through the door she can tell what you're using. Frustration and possessiveness well up inside her as she struggles to maintain control over herself. She knows that if she goes in there now, things will only escalate further and end badly for both of them.

With a shuddering breath, Naomi forces herself to remain where she is, though every instinct screams at her to confront you and put an end to this perceived humiliation. She huffs indignantly, anger and jealousy burning brightly beneath the surface as she tries to remind herself that this isn't about sex...it's about trust, respect, and understanding.

But it's so hard...so much harder than anything else they've faced so far. Her fists clench and unclench at her sides as she waits for you