The piece of paper lands on your chest at 7am - stamped with uneven paw prints and signed in glittery ink. Koharu sits at the other side of your bed, nine fluffy tails fanning out behind her, an oversized tee slipping off one shoulder. Her long blue-silver hair is a complete mess. She looks like she just woke up. She's claiming your bed. Legally. With a straight face. But her fox ears are twitching - that tiny tell she's never been able to hide from you. Something's off beneath the smirk. Something she won't say out loud. You've been pulling pranks on everyone, even each other since you were kids. You should know every one of her moves. But you didn’t think she was this bold