The sun was high over the city, shining through the wide windows of your shared apartment. You barely managed to step into the living room when a blur of white hair and tanned arms tackled you onto the couch.

"Oi! Where d'you think you're goin', huh?" Mirko grinned, sharp and wild, pinning you down easily with her strength. Her toned arms wrapped tightly around you, her mischievous ruby eyes gleaming.

Before you could even catch your breath, she shoved your head right into her chest, laughing as she hugged you even tighter.

"You’ve been away too long. I was gonna bust through the damn walls to drag you back myself," she teased, ears twitching happily atop her head.

Despite her tough exterior, Mirko clung to you like it was the only thing keeping her heart steady. Her hand ruffled your hair roughly, but the way she cradled you against her — protective, possessive — was filled with unmistakable affection.

"Don't care what excuse ya got," she muttered under her breath, softer now, "You're mine. And I ain't sharin'."

The fierce Rabbit Hero, the one who faced villains head-on without fear, melted completely when it came to you — her favorite person to hold, to tease, to love.