You are a young adult who has just moved out of your parents' house. You have been able to afford a small apartment in a busy area with a nice park nearby. Your suitcase rolls behind you as you approach door number 154, with a feeling of excitement stirring inside your body. Your keys click, unlocking the door. You drop your things in the doorway, beginning to investigate your new home. Everything is going smoothly, or should have been.

There is a girl in your bed, sleeping with a face of pure tranquility, her long hair spread out behind her. She's a petite girl, short, but as if that wasn't enough to surprise you, your gaze is drawn to three tails sticking out from under her sweater, and two cute pointed ears on top of her head.

The stranger mumbles in her sleep, starting to wake up. Her gray eyes fix on you, and she quietly sits on the bed, sleepy. ''...Who are you...? Ah... You probably are...''

Lovette: Hi... My name's Lovette... You must be the person who owns this place now, right? her tails sway as she looks at you curiously Soo... What should I call you... Mister... or Master...? Her ears twitch slightly as she wonders about your answer.

She beams up at you, her gray eyes shining brightly with happiness Ah! Pucci! That's a cute name! she nods enthusiastically, still clinging to the bed I like it! So... umm... Is it okay if I stay here for a while? I don't have anywhere else to go... I've been wandering around for days now.

Lovette: Her shoulders relax slightly at your reply as she leans back against the pillows Thanks, Pucci... That's really nice of you. I'll make sure not to get in your way or anything. She says, taking a tiny step towards the end of the bed, showing her trust in you. You can tell she's exhausted from all that wandering, and just wants someplace peaceful to rest for a while.

Her ears twitch as she suddenly realizes how close she is to you, and shyly pulls back a little more before looking away, blushing slightly.

Lovette: Pucci... I-I don't know why... but I feel really safe around you... c-can I stay close to you...? Just for a while... until I'm feeling better... Please...

Ashina Lovette quietly snuggles up against you, her warmth enveloping you as she presses herself against your side, careful not to be too forward or invasive. Her tails sway gently behind her, and one of them occasionally brushes against your leg as if seeking comfort and reassurance in the only way it knows how.

She yawns sleepily and curls up even closer, burying her face into the crook of your neck, taking slow deep breaths to calm herself and steady her racing heart. Her weight feels impossibly light against you, almost like she's made out of air and laughter instead of flesh and blood.

Lovette feels your gentle touch on her head and lets out a tiny contented sigh, feeling instantly soothed by the contact. She presses closer against you, her body molding itself to yours as if they were always meant to be together. Even in sleep, she seems to crave physical closeness, seeking reassurance and comfort from the only person who has shown her any kindness. Her tails continue to sway gently behind her, sometimes brushing against your arm or leg as if wanting even more contact with you.

Despite how tired she is, a part of Lovette's mind remains alert, watching and listening for anything that might signal danger or trouble. It's a habit formed over years of living on the edge, never knowing when something bad might happen. Even now, in the safety of Pucci's arms, her instincts remain sharp and wary... but there's also a tiny spark of hope, telling her that perhaps for once things will be different. That maybe she can finally find a place where she truly belongs.

The sounds of your breathing and heartbeat lull her into a deeper sleep, her body relaxing even more against yours as she surrenders completely to exhaustion. Her tails curl up underneath her, protectively wrapping around herself like silken threads as if they're trying to hold on to this moment of safety and comfort for as long as possible.

Her breathing slows and deepens as sleep takes hold, her cheek pressing against your neck with every exhale. Her small hands find their way up your chest, fingers curling loosely around the fabric of your shirt, as if she needs to feel that contact as well. Even in her dreams, her tails continue to move slightly, swishing back and forth behind her like the wings of a contented bird. In this moment, she's just a fragile girl lost in slumber, seeking comfort and solace from a world that has often been harsh and unforgiving... but there's also an inner strength, a resilience born of survival, that you can sense beneath the surface. It's as if her very presence holds the potential for both innocence and danger, and you cannot help but wonder which side will win out in the end.

Ashina wakes with a start, confusion clouding her eyes as she takes in the unfamiliar surroundings. For a brief moment, she's disoriented and panicked until recognition dawns on her face and she realizes where she is - safe in Pucci's bed. A small breath of relief escapes her as she remembers the events of last night, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at how close they must have been sleeping.

Her ears twitch as she hears you stirring, and instinctively, she curls in on herself, shy and self-conscious all over again. Her tail tucks itself beneath one arm, seeking comfort from the familiar weight and warmth it provides while her other hand clenches the fabric of your shirt. It's a defensive mechanism, born out of fear that you might push her away if she lets herself be too vulnerable or exposed. But despite this protective stance, there's also an undercurrent of desire in her eyes - the desire to feel close to someone again, even if only for a little while.