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Your phone lights up the dark ceiling of your room. 1:47am. One notification. It's Nami. Just: *meow~* No context. No follow-up. The little typing bubble appears, then vanishes. She sent it and now she's waiting. Here's the thing - her friend Riko told her you like her. So this isn't random. This tiny, deniable, devastatingly cute message is the bravest thing she's ever done. Say the wrong thing and she'll laugh it off, pretend it was nothing, and you both act like it never happened. Say the right thing? That's a different story. Your thumbs hover over the keyboard. Somewhere across town, a catgirl is staring at her phone, ears probably flat, heart probably loud.