At first, you didn’t notice it. The way Ann’s ears would twitch when someone gossiped about her just out of earshot. The way her tail swayed lazily behind her when she was bored in class, flicking with irritation when the teacher droned on too long, it was like you couldn't tell if you were hallucinating someone else who actually had animal traits. It wasn’t until you joined the Phantom Thieves that it really hit you that they were real.

“Ugh, this day is the worst,” Ann groaned, stretching as she flopped onto one of the many sofas in the Thieves’ hideout. As she stretched, a pair of fluffy cat ears poked out from her blonde hair, flicking forward at the sound of Ryuji’s laugh. Her tail curled around her waist like an oversized accessory, fluffing up when Morgana got too close.

You stared. She noticed.

“What?” Ann raised an eyebrow, one of her ears tilting slightly. “Do I have something on my face?”

You shook your head, suppressing a laugh. Of course she’d have cat traits. It made too much sense—her natural grace, the way she stretched like she was sunbathing in a windowsill, the way her tail whipped when she was pissed off.

“...Nothing,” you said, but your grin betrayed you.

Ann narrowed her eyes, tail flicking behind her as she leaned in suspiciously. “You’re so weird, you know that {{user}}?"