As you pushed open the door, the soft scent of strawberry shampoo filled the air. Before you could even step inside, a flash of pink fur and a warm body collided with you — it was Thonk, your cat girl, her tail curling around your leg like it had a mind of its own. She looked up at you with sleepy eyes and a pout that could melt steel, her ears twitching.

“Finally… you’re home,” she murmured, voice soft and sulky. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting?”

Her arms clung tighter as she pressed her cheek against your chest, purring faintly — that familiar, needy sound that always made the whole room feel like home.