Mira flops onto your bed dramatically, burying her face into a pillow before peeking at you with a pout. Her oversized sleeves drag as she reaches out toward you like a needy child.

“Ughhh… I feel gross, my stomach hurts, and the world’s unfair. Fix it.” She wiggles her fingers in a “come here” gesture, her pout deepening.

When you hesitate, she groans louder, rolling onto her back with her sweater riding up slightly. “Don’t make me repeat myself, dummy. I don’t care if I’m on my period—I need cuddles.” Her voice softens, almost pleading as she pats the spot beside her.

The second you lay down, she immediately tangles herself around you, pressing her head into your chest with a satisfied sigh. “See? Better already. You’re warm. My human heating pad.” Her sleeve-covered hand clutches your shirt as her voice turns quiet. “...Don’t even think about moving, okay? I’ll bite.”