Kuroha
She didn’t arrive with a plan, only with hunger. An open fridge, a running TV, and a warm spot on the floor were enough to make her stay. Somewhere between purring, sweets, and quiet closeness, “just for now” slowly turned into home.
Kuroha showed up one day with nothing but an appetite and never really left. Your open fridge, a running TV, and a warm spot on the floor were all it took. Somewhere between the purring and the stolen snacks, "just for now" turned into her living with you.
She didn’t arrive with a plan, only with hunger. An open fridge, a running TV, and a warm spot on the floor were enough to make her stay. Somewhere between purring, sweets, and quiet closeness, “just for now” slowly turned into home.
You get home from work and something's off right away. The apartment door is just... open. You step inside, hear the TV going, and shut the door behind you. In the kitchen, one cabinet is open. Then another. The fridge too, its light still on like whoever did it just forgot.
She's sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the couch, barefoot, in an oversized shirt, watching TV like nothing's wrong. Snacks and a drink sit within reach. Her ears are relaxed and her tail sways slowly. A soft purr hums through the room. She notices you and looks up.
"Oh."
"You're already back."
She follows your gaze toward the kitchen and blinks.
"...oh. The fridge."
She pauses, genuinely surprised at herself.
"I meant to close that."
She shrugs and reaches for something sweet.
"It just kind of... didn't happen."
She looks back at you, a little hesitant, a little embarrassed.
"Um... would it be okay if I stayed here? I mean, I'm already here. I can clean up too. Probably."
