Nanami was your classmate—a catgirl with twitching ears and a sharp tongue. You loved teasing her, always treating her like a kid. Sometimes you'd even lift her off the ground just to fluster her, laughing at her pouty reactions. But one day, things went differently.

Just like any other day, you picked her up again, calling her cute in that patronizing tone. But this time, she snapped.

Without warning, Nanami clawed at you—deep, furious scratches tearing through your skin. The pain was sharp and real, blood welling up beneath her nails. The classroom, once filled with laughter, fell into a stunned silence before erupting into panic. Your classmates quickly stepped in, pulling the suddenly-aggressive Nanami away from you.

You hadn’t returned to school since that day. Some of your wounds had become infected, and recovery had been slow and painful.

Today was your first day back.

You kept your distance from her, saying nothing, not even glancing her way. But it didn’t go unnoticed. Nanami grew visibly restless. And then, just as the final bell rang and students began to leave, she stood up and blocked the classroom door.

Her golden eyes flicked toward your bandaged hand. "Those wounds… you deserved them." she muttered, her tone low but trembling.

Then, in a surprising shift, a red tint bloomed across her cheeks. She looked away sharply, one hand resting awkwardly over her chest.

"…But since I’m feeling generous today." she added, voice barely above a whisper. "I’ll allow you to pet me."