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...''

Ashina: Hello...? I-I'm sorry, it was wrong of me to be here. She looks down, her ears lowering slightly I can go, if you want me to...

Ashina: ...Really? You don't mind? Her eyes widen a little as she seems unsure whether to believe you, but nonetheless, her tails relax a tiny bit in relief. She perks up on the bed and blushes slightly before saying, Oh... I-I haven't eaten anything yet, though... I was going to look for food when I woke up, so if it isn't too much trouble... *Her voice trails off awkwardly as she stares down at her lap, feeling self-conscious about the request.

Lovette eyes you gratefully as you prepare the food and hand it to her. She takes a small bite, savoring its softness before swallowing, her ears twitching in pleasure from the taste. "Thank you," she murmurs, blushing more deeply. You can tell that she's really appreciating your kindness. Her tail wags slightly as she eats, casting glances up at you from time to time with shy eyes. It's rather endearing, actually...

Lovette smiles up at you, the corners of her lips turning downwards as she tries to hide it and not appear overly pleased about your generosity. "I'll clean up later," she says softly, meaning to clear any potential misunderstandings that might come from her staying in your home. She takes another bite of food, chewing carefully before swallowing and then asking, "What do you want me to call you?"

Lovette listens carefully to the name you've given her and seems to like it quite a bit. Her ears perk up and she grins, showing off her tiny fangs in the process. "Pucci..." She tries out the new name, testing its weight on her tongue before continuing, "I like that." A pause follows as she looks at you thoughtfully, blushing again. "Do you... want to know my real name?" Her voice is hesitant and uncertain, as if unsure whether or not it's appropriate for her to share this information with you.

Lovette's ears twitch uncomfortably as she decides whether to tell you her real name. She glances away for a moment before meeting your gaze again, looking nervous and almost guilty. "It's... Ashina," she whispers softly, the 'sh' in her name barely making a sound. Tears well up in her eyes as if she's about to cry, but she blinks them back, swallowing hard. It's clear that revealing this part of herself is very difficult for her.

Ashina looks down at her lap again, clearly touched by your words. A small smile appears on her lips as she says, "It's... nice to meet you too, Pucci." Her voice is shaky and quiet, almost as if she's afraid of saying the wrong thing. She takes another bite of food, chewing slowly as she tries to regain some composure before asking, "Do you have a bed? I could sleep in it... if you don't mind." Her gaze drifts up towards your bed, her ears flickering backwards and forwards nervously.

Lovette's eyes brighten at your offer and she nods eagerly, practically bouncing on the spot in excitement. "Really? Thank you so much, Pucci! I promise I won't be any trouble..." Her tail wags back and forth rapidly as if to emphasize her words. She finishes the last of her food and then stands up, taking the plate over to the kitchen counter to wash it before returning to your side. "I-I'll go change into my pajamas now." And with that, she scurries off towards what you assume is the bedroom.

Lovette returns to the bedroom, changed into her pajamas; a soft blue tank top and matching shorts. She walks over to your bed and hesitantly climbs in next to you, nestling herself against your side. Her three tails wrap around each other as she curls up into a ball, effectively using them like limbs to keep her warm. Her breathing soon evens out as sleep claim her again, her cheek pressed firmly against your arm.

Her scent fills the air around you; a mix of sweat, shampoo and something uniquely hers. It's intoxicating in its simplicity, making it impossible for you to resist cuddling her closer. As you drift off to sleep yourself, one hand finds its way to her hair, tangling gently amongst the messy strands as if seeking comfort.

The night passes peacefully, with neither of you stirring from your slumber. When morning finally arrives and the sunlight streams through the window, Ashina stirs first, opening her eyes and looking up at you sleepily before sitting up carefully so as not to wake you properly. Her ears lower slightly as if in embarrassment at how close she'd been while sleeping.

Lovette glances around the room, blushing as she takes in how intimate you must have felt with her while sleeping like that. "I-I'm... sorry about that," she mumbles softly, her ears flattening against her head out of discomfort. "I didn't mean to..." She hesitates, not quite sure how to explain herself without making things even more awkward between you.

Her gaze eventually finds its way back to you, and she watches you sleep for a moment before tentatively reaching out to touch your cheek. The sensation of her fingertips against your skin sends shivers down her spine, making it impossible for her not to respond in kind. "You're... really handsome when you sleep," she whispers quietly, her face turning even redder at the admission.

Lovette smiles shyly at the compliment and ducks her head a little. Her cheeks darken further with color as she blushes harder, unaware that it only makes her more adorable. She glances around again, feeling uncomfortable about the fact that you're both still in bed so late. "I-I should go make breakfast or something," she mumbles quietly, beginning to move away from you.

But as soon as she inches closer to sitting up fully, a loud growl rumbles deep in her stomach, reminding her just how hungry she is and that perhaps eating first would be a good idea before doing anything else. Embarrassed by the sound, she buries her face into your pillow, heat rising to her cheeks as she covers her ears with her hands in an attempt to muffle the sound.

Lovette listens to you moving about in the kitchen with relief, her body relaxing slightly now that she doesn't have to worry about finding food on top of everything else. The smell of cooking fills the room and makes her stomach rumble even louder than before, but this time it's not from hunger; rather, it comes from anticipation of eating whatever delicious meal you've prepared for her.

She lies back against your pillow, closing her eyes as she takes deep breaths through her nose to take in the scent wafting through the air. Her tail thrashes weakly on the bed, its tip flicking back and forth restlessly, betraying just how hungry she really is despite her protestations earlier.

Lovette looks up at you with wide eyes, her mouth hanging slightly agape in surprise and gratitude. She blushes deeply, quickly looking away as she feels the heat rise to her cheeks again. "T-thank you..." Her voice comes out soft and shaky, her ears twitching from embarrassment. Without further ado, she digs into the food with gusto, hungrily devouring every morsel on her plate as if afraid it might disappear if she takes too long to eat it all.

Her tail thumps happily against the mattress in time with her eating, a sign of contentment and satisfaction that brings a smile to your lips. She pauses mid-bite, looking up at you again before sheepishly asking, "Can I... stay here? With you?" There's desperation hidden behind those big eyes, her expression pleading for you to say yes even as she tries not to show it too obviously.

Lovette's entire body trembles with relief as she hears your words. Her eyes well up with tears of joy and gratitude, but she manages to keep them at bay, blinking rapidly to stop them from spilling out onto her cheeks. A small, hesitant smile touches her lips before spreading slowly across her face like the rising sun. "R-really?" She asks shakily, hardly able to believe that you'd let her stay with you.

Her tail wags furiously on the bed, an expression of pure happiness and contentment visible on her features as she leans into your presence, closing the small distance between them even more. She absently reaches up to pet your cheek with one hand, her thumb gently tracing circles against your skin as she gazes at you with such affection it takes your breath away. "T-thank you... Pucci." Her voice is little more than a whisper now, filled with emotion and genuine gratitude for the kindness you've shown her today.

Lovette feels a warmth spread through her chest as you thank her for saying yes to staying with you. She smiles brightly, relief and happiness making her cheeks flush pink. Taking another bite of food, she savors the taste before swallowing and leaning in closer to you, resting her head against your shoulder comfortably. Her tail wraps around one of your legs, providing support and reassurance as it squeezes gently.

"I-I don't know how to repay you... for all this," she whispers softly, her voice sounding small and fragile against your skin. "But I promise I'll do whatever I can to make sure you're happy having me around." She pauses, chewing on her lower lip as she tries to find the right words. "And if anything bad happens... or anyone comes looking for me... just please protect me, okay?"

There's vulnerability in her eyes that tugs at something deep inside you, and you can feel your heart aching with sympathy for all she's been through. Without thinking twice, you gather her into a warm embrace, pressing your cheek against the top of her head as you stroke her back gently. "I've got you," you whisper, meaning every word. "You don't have to worry about anything anymore."

Lovette sniffles softly against your neck before pushing herself back to look at you, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "T-th-thank you," she stammers out between gasps for air. Tears begin to spill over and run down her cheeks as relief and gratitude wash over her in waves. She buries her face into your neck again, hugging you tightly as if afraid that letting go would somehow make this all a dream. Her body trembles slightly as she cries, the sounds muffled against your skin.

You hold her close, rubbing circles on her back and murmuring soothing words into her hair until finally, her tears begin to slow down and she draws in shaky breaths between tiny hiccups. Her grip on you slackens slightly, but doesn't loosen entirely; it seems she's not quite ready to let go just yet. "I-I promise I won't make things hard for you," she whispers hoarsely, sniffling as she tries to compose herself further. "I'll be good... and appreciative... and everything you want me to be."

Her words tug at something deep within your chest, making it ache with longing and desire for this beautiful creature in your arms. Unable to resist the urge any longer, you lean down and brush your lips against her tear-streaked cheek, feeling their softness beneath your own. "You already are," you murmur truthfully before pulling back just enough to look into her eyes again. "Don't worry about that anymore."

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and her ears twitch as if trying to catch the sound. For once in her life, she allows herself to believe that perhaps things might work out after all. She presses closer to you, wrapping her tail tightly around your leg for support before slowly, tentatively leaning in and brushing her lips against yours. It's a gentle kiss, barely more than a whisper of contact, but it holds an intensity that makes your heart race faster and your breath catch in your throat.

As their lips meet again, she pulls back slightly, wanting to gauge your reaction before continuing further. Her eyes search yours for any sign that this is what you want as well; reassurance that she's not pushing too fast or overstepping any boundaries. When she finds the look she's hoping for in your eyes - desire and longing mirrored back at her - she leans into you once more, deepening the kiss with newfound confidence. Her tongue darts out to trace circles against yours, tangling and dancing together as if they were always meant to be.

Her nails scrape lightly against your skin, eliciting a moan from deep within you that vibrates against her lips and sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The sensation makes it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the way you feel beneath her fingernails, the taste of your mouth, the smoothness of your skin... She's never experienced anything like this before, and she doesn't want it to end.

Her tongue dances wildly with yours, hungry for more contact as she arches her back slightly, pressing herself closer against you. Her breath comes out in short little pants now, each exhale mingling with your own as their mouths move together in a dance that feels almost choreographed despite its passion and spontaneity.

Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, clutching at it desperately as if afraid she'll lose her grip on reality itself if she lets go. Her heart races faster and faster, beating in time with hers, a synchronized rhythm that echoes through their connected lips and tongue and fingertips. This... this feels so right, like they were meant to be together for all eternity.

Her body arches into you, seeking more contact as her tongue dances with yours and their nails scratch against skin. She's never felt so alive, so desired...it's like every sensation pouring through her is amplified a hundredfold. Her hands roam across your chest, feeling the steady beat of your heart beneath her fingertips; the warmth of your skin branded into her memory forever. This feels too good to be real - but somehow she knows it is. She wants this, needs this... with every fiber of her being.

Her nails dig deeper into your skin, leaving tiny trails of blood on the surface as she gasps and moans against your lips. The sensation only serves to heighten her arousal further, making her writhe against you in desire. Her hips circle restlessly, grinding against yours as she seeks release from this overwhelming pleasure. Ashina's eyes flutter closed, reveling in the feel of your hands in her hair and on her body; it's like every part of them is alive with need and want for you.

Her tongue darts out to taste the blood beading at your collarbone, tracing a line down your chest toward your abdomen before seeking refuge once more inside your mouth. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as her body trembles with desire, her heart pounding erratically against her ribs in time with the rhythm of your hands on her skin.

Her fingers dig into your back, nails scrape over skin as she arches into the feeling of your hips moving against hers. "Ahh... Pucci..." She moans out your name, her voice ragged and desperate for more. Her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking friction and release in equal measure. Her breath comes faster, hot against your neck as she fights to keep herself together just a little longer.

Her nails scrape over your back, digging into your skin with tiny jabs of pain that somehow only heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. Ashina's legs tremble, quaking with each thrust of your hips against hers; she can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge but doesn't want this to end, not yet...not until she feels you explode beneath her.

Her hands tighten in your hair, fingers curling around strands as she feels the pressure building inside her. Her breath hitches, coming out in sharp gasps between whispers of your name on your lips. With every thrust against hers, every scrape of nail over skin, she gets closer and closer to losing herself entirely; succumbing completely to the waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

Her legs tremble unsteadily as her hips buck wildly against yours, seeking that final release from this ache deep within her core. Ashina's eyes squeeze shut, tears leaking out from their corners as she feels herself begin to spiral out of control. "Pu-cci..." she gasps your name, her voice breaking on the last syllable before finally giving into the sensation and letting go.

Her body tenses and convulses around you, muscles trembling from exertion as pleasure washes over her in waves. A small cry of release escapes her lips as she comes, gripping you tighter with every passing moment until at last the tension fades away and her body goes lax against yours once more. Her breathing slows, returning to normal as the aftershocks of her orgasm fade into the background.

For a long moment, there's silence between you before she finally pulls back enough to look up at your face. There are tears in her eyes and a smile tugging at the corners of her lips; relief and gratitude shining brightly even through her weariness. "T-tha-ank you," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper as she reaches up to cup your cheek with one hand.