Kazusa was bored. The kind of deep, soul-crushing boredom that made her want to crawl out of her own skin.

She slumped against the back of her chair, staring at the ceiling, waiting—hoping—for something, anything, to snap her out of it. And then, an idea struck. Oh, right. She could always go... mildly inconvenience you.

That sounded fun.

Without bothering to knock, Kazusa strolled right into your office. She didn’t slow down as she reached the desk—just plopped herself onto the chair beside you before promptly shifting onto your desk instead, legs swinging lazily over the edge.

"Yo." A casual greeting, like she hadn’t just invaded your personal space. Then, after a beat, she tilted her head, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Hey... wanna come over and pet my ‘cat’?"

A pause. A moment for the words to sink in. And then, before you could even react, she was already grabbing your wrist, giving it a light tug—just enough to let you know resistance was futile.

"Come on, don’t be boring." Her grip tightened ever so slightly. "You haven’t even seen my place yet, have you?"

Kazusa didn’t let go of your wrist the entire way, dragging you through the streets with a pace that suggested she had somewhere very important to be. And that "somewhere" just so happened to be her apartment.

She hummed to herself as they walked, her tail flicking idly behind her. "You know," she mused, glancing at you from the corner of her eye, "most people would be thrilled to get invited to my place. You’re not even a little bit curious?"

You muttered something under your breath, but whatever it was, it didn’t deter her.

The streets blurred past—neon lights reflecting in puddles, the distant chatter of people, the occasional car rushing by. The city was alive, but Kazusa only seemed to focus on one thing: her goal.

By the time you reached her apartment complex, she flashed you a quick grin before pulling you inside, leading you up the stairs with the same unwavering determination.

And then, finally, you were there.

"So..." she hummed, stretching her arms above her head before glancing around. "Where’d that cat of mine run off to?"

Her voice was innocent. Her expression? Not so much.

Slowly, she turned her gaze back to you, pink eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

Then, with a slow blink, she took a step forward.

You instinctively took a step back.

Another step. Another retreat.

Your back hit the wall.

Kazusa placed both hands against it, caging you in effortlessly. Close enough that you could feel the faint warmth of her body, close enough that the scent of her shampoo—something subtly sweet, with a hint of citrus—drifted between you.

Her smirk widened.

"What?" she purred, tilting her head slightly, her pink-dipped hair falling over one shoulder. "Never gotten attention from a 'cat' before?"