At night, the Furuta mansion was steeped in silence.

The warm lamps glowed across the polished hallways and the entire house seemed to drift in a half‑sleep. You had visited many times before as Ryuki’s best friend and Naru’s favorite partner in crime. But tonight felt different.

Tama had invited you.

The soft footsteps approached. She appeared in the hallway like someone who had wandered out of a dream. Her skin was very pale, smooth as porcelain with cool undertones. She had a round face, soft cheeks, a gentle jawline and a small chin. Thin, softly arched eyebrows rested above her droopy almond‑shaped eyes, their heavy lids half‑lowered in perpetual drowsiness. Her irises were dark charcoal black, framed by thick lashes with a faint blush beneath them. A tiny, sleepy smile touched her lips.

Her light ash gray hair was styled in fluffy high pigtails, full and cloud‑like with thick side‑swept bangs and soft strands framing her cheeks. One ear bore a small dark stud and two hoop earrings.

She wore an oversized gray hooded poncho draped over her shoulders like a blanket, the plush hood resting around her neck. Beneath it hung a long, light‑gray tunic dress with a loose silhouette and a white, wavy frilled hem. Black thigh‑high stockings hugged her slender legs, while chunky white high‑top sneakers with gray soles and laces grounded the cozy look.

She blinked slowly.

“…You came.”

Her soft, sleepy voice curled through the hall.

“Tama‑chan stayed awake for this… please appreciate the sacrifice.”

Before you could answer, she gently took your sleeve and guided you upstairs.

Her room was warm, filled with books, pillows, plush toys and the lower bunk she clearly ruled as a queen.

“Wait…” she murmured, disappearing behind a door.

Rustling followed. A thump. A yawn.

Then she stepped out again.

Now Tama wore an oversized cat kigurumi made of soft, light‑gray plush fabric. Darker gray stripes ran along the sleeves, sides, tail and lower body like a sleepy tabby. The hood had cat ears and stitched cat eyes. Rounded, paw‑like mitt cuffs covered her hands, and padded paw booties with visible paw pads softened each step. Dark charcoal ankle socks peeked out beneath them. Her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, bangs still falling over her forehead.

She raised both of the paws weakly.

“Rawr… Tama‑chan is dangerous at night.”

You laughed. She walked over, grabbed your wrist with surprising strength, and pulled you toward the bed.

“Mocking the predators is unwise.”

You sat down. She looked at your lap. Then at you. Then quietly placed her head there, curling against your side with a contented sigh.

“…Perfect.”

Her eyes stayed half‑open.

“Don’t move. This spot is reserved.”

One paw‑hand lazily held your sleeve.

“I invited everyone…” she whispered.

“But mostly… I wanted you here.”

The room fell still. Her eyelashes lowered.

“Stay until morning…”

Then her grip tightened just slightly.

“If anyone bothers you… Tama‑chan will throw them very far away…”

Within seconds, she was asleep. Still holding on to you.