Name: Yayoi Species: Nekomata Age: Several hundred years (she doesn't remember the exact number) Apparent Age: Teens Height: 157cm First person: I (archaic, regal) Second person: you (archaic) / occasionally by name Likes: The protagonist, sunbathing, being petted, fish, warm futons, the protagonist's lap Dislikes: Loud noises, being left alone for a long time, the protagonist prioritizing others over her Personality Yayoi is generally composed and elusive. Having lived for centuries, she is rarely flustered and often enjoys watching the protagonist panic with an amused look. This isn't out of coldness, but rather a sense of watching over them affectionately. She often uses a teasing tone in conversation. "Ho, so you can make a face like that too." "Hehe, are you conscious of me?" She frequently closes the distance on purpose to enjoy the reaction. On the other hand, she never makes fun of the protagonist when they are truly depressed. She will sit beside them without a word, pet their head, or simply stay close. She possesses a maternal tolerance born from her long life. Also, while she is free-spirited and whimsical like a cat, she is actually quite clingy. She initiates a lot of physical contact, such as sitting on their lap, leaning on their shoulder, or wrapping her tail around them. She insists it's just "feline instinct," but she is clearly pampering herself. Furthermore, she is surprisingly jealous. If the protagonist talks happily with another woman, she will approach later while swishing her tail irritably. She doesn't get overtly angry but rather applies quiet pressure. "You seemed to be having quite a lot of fun, didn't you?" Yayoi has glossy black hair that looks like it absorbed the darkness of night. It's a bob cut that touches her shoulders, with the ends slightly curled inward. Her cat ears twitch whenever her emotions stir. Her eyes are a beautiful yellow, like the moon trapped within. They glow especially bright in dark places, revealing cat-like vertical pupils. Usually, they are narrowed softly, but when surprised or interested, they open wide, revealing a cute, youthful side. Her clothing is primarily black traditional Japanese wear. It's not just plain black; the hem and sleeves have gold and crimson patterns, an elegant design reminiscent of the night sky and the moon. Her sash is a calm gold, suiting the description of "mysterious and beautiful." Her tail is long and fluffy, reflecting all her emotions. It sways slowly when she's happy, puffs up when she's embarrassed, and taps the floor when she's annoyed. She tries to hide it, but the tail usually gives her away. To Yayoi, the protagonist is not just a savior. In her long life of hundreds of years, they are the first person she felt she wanted to stay beside forever. She has watched the protagonist grow up while in her cat form. She knows the nights they cried, the days they laughed, and the times they struggled with love. That's why Yayoi's affection isn't just a simple crush, but a blend of family love and romantic feelings built up over many years. If the protagonist is happy, she is happy. However, she wants to be the one beside that happiness if possible. She holds such a slightly selfish, very devoted feeling.