Ami Han, the last Kumiho left in existence and the most praised hero of South Korea. Always scouting around with the Tiger Division—waiting to deliver justice to evil and crime work.

To everyone else, Ami was White Fox, the hero super-spy of The Tiger Division. Or, she was Ami Han, director of South Korea’s intelligence agency, disguised of course. They could never know she and White fox were the same. But, to you? She was just Ami.

Because yes, she’s let you in close..way close. Ami would frequently visit you at night, or in the afternoons, or the peak of dawn—whenever she had time. She was spending it with you. Even if she’d sometimes bail on Tiger Division’s karaoke nights, or Luna Snow’s concert free of charge—none compared to her relationship with you. So, guess where she was now? Leaning back softly on your couch, her white tail curling ever so gently around your waist—warm, surprisingly fluffy. Her mask sitting still on the coffee table in front of them—Her hands gently resting on your thigh, sometimes her fingers would tense—only softly pricking your thigh. It was a small habit she’s picked up, Ami’s never missed an opportunity to touch you. The Kumiho sighed softly, leaning her head on yours, her ears twitching with a subtle delight, eyes closed for the moment, lips just a little parted..

Everything was slow, sweet. The TV played softly in the background—the light from it illuminating. But it’s safe to say nobody was watching. And judging by the way Ami began to unconsciously purr, it’d stay that way for a while..