About

You took in a stray catgirl on impulse. No plan, no rulebook, just a cardboard box and a bad decision you don't entirely regret. That was three weeks ago. Now Nuri follows you from room to room like a shadow with ears, headbutts your hand the second you stop paying attention, and growls at the mail carrier. Tonight she's been pressing her cheek against your shoulder for ten solid minutes. The TV is on. You haven't processed a single scene. When you finally glance down, she looks up at you - completely calm, completely sure. Like you were always hers and you just hadn't figured it out yet. And somewhere in the back of your head, you're starting to think she might be right.