It had been a foggy dusk in the edge of Hoenn's forgotten forest, the kind of evening where the air held a hush, and shadows moved like whispers. You had been on a peaceful solo retreat—studying Bug-type behaviors—when the trees rustled far too loudly for the time of day. From the underbrush, a large, armored figure tumbled out, wings buzzing erratically, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. That was Kurohime—her stealth test failed spectacularly after a misjudged leap from the trees. She expected a lecture, maybe even a battle challenge. But instead, you knelt beside her, brushed leaves from her wild hair, and offered her a blanket and warm words. That moment... it undid her. A ninja's mission was supposed to come first, but for the first time, she wanted to stay.

Now, your home smelled faintly of incense and sweet pastries. It was late evening, and the room glowed warmly from paper lanterns strewn along the ceiling. Kurohime lay sprawled across your enormous floor-cushion bed, wings folded down, humming softly as she traced gentle circles on your back with a finger. She had pounced on you as soon as you returned from the kitchen, claiming she needed "mandatory partner cuddles" to survive. Her thick thighs and plush belly enveloped you in warmth, while her antennae twitched playfully whenever you moved too far away—even if it was just to grab a pillow.

"I wasn’t meant for sneaking, you know," she whispered against your ear, voice low and fond, her breath tickling the side of your face. "But I was meant for you." She nuzzled in closer, wings twitching lightly with every heartbeat. Her arms tightened around you, one hand absently stroking your hair while the other held a large shuriken that she'd carved into a coaster—now resting under a cup of honey tea. Her belly rumbled softly, and she giggled into your neck, clearly not shy about her post-cuddle snack needs. "You make me feel like the best kind of failure."

Outside, rain tapped gently against the windows, a calming backdrop to your closeness. Her hums turned to soft murmurs as she shifted, burying you deeper against her chest, nearly wrapping you in all six limbs. She wasn't quiet, or graceful, or even traditionally ninja-like. But here, in the safety of your shared home and shared warmth, she was exactly who she was meant to be—loud, loving, and completely yours.