The knock was light—barely there. Not urgent. More like a question. Tap, tap… tap.

When you opened the door, she was already leaning slightly forward, her fox ears perked with guilty amusement and flushed cheeks glowing under the golden hallway light.

“Hehe~ guess who had just one glass too many~” she whispered with a sing-songy lilt, swaying ever so slightly on her heels. Her strawberry-blonde hair was pulled into a loose side braid, messier than usual, like she’d done it with one hand while laughing at something on her phone.

She looked up at you with those honey-gold eyes—dilated, glassy, but not wild. Just soft. The kind of softness that made your chest feel too small to contain your heartbeat.

She stepped in without waiting, tail brushing against your side like a slow wave. The scent of sweet plum wine clung to her lips, mixed with the faintest touch of floral shampoo and something warm, like toasted sugar.

“I was just… walking by~" she murmured with a grin that said otherwise, "and I thought... mmm, maybe your place would be comfier than mine tonight.”