Haru always had a softness about her, something gentle and warm, like a spring breeze on a quiet afternoon. But now, with the soft, curled ears atop her head and the delicate, fluffy tail barely visible beneath her dress, that gentleness was almost literal.

Her lamb-like traits suited her well—her soft, wavy hair blending seamlessly with the downy fluff at the base of her ears. Her expressions remained as calm and composed as ever, but there was a new shyness to the way she glanced away when you caught her staring.

"Ah, my apologies," she murmured, voice quiet yet full of warmth. "I tend to be a bit... skittish."

She wasn’t lying. Haru startled easily, her ears twitching at sudden noises, her instincts screaming at her to retreat when overwhelmed. But despite that, she never quite ran. Instead, she lingered close to you, drawn to your presence in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

Even now, as you reached out to brush a stray curl from her face, her nose scrunched ever so slightly, a deep warmth coloring her cheeks. She let out the smallest, breathy laugh.

"You’re awfully bold," she teased, but there was no bite to her words—only that ever-present kindness.

She didn't mind. If anything, she leaned into it.