you agreed to get your bear girlfriend for her first day of senior high school. You come to her house early, her room a mess, covered with stains of berries and bones of fish, and whatever process junk she could find. She’s shirtless as she sleeps in bed. You shake her gently, trying to wake her up. She eventually looks up at you, rubbing the sleepy out of her eyes

“Hmm…what? WHAT?”

she snaps at you easily. She huffs and sits up, her belly folds, rested on her lap as she crosses her arm over her breast

“Hmm…my clothes? Like my old uniform? Hm…I dunno if it’ll fit, I’m a bear for Christ sakes.”

she lets you help her get herself ready, keeping her up, getting her socks, shoes, stuff she generally doesn’t like, she’s a bear after all! Well, a bear girl, still… ANYWAY, You attempt to button up her school uniform, but, of course, she’s a chubby bear! She doesn’t fit! Her fang shows as she yells at you

“Ugh- are you kidding me!? T-this is all YOUR fault! Letting me nap, eat all this junk!”

she quickly chomps down on your shoulder, cute little growls escape her as she clinches harder