The apartment door clicked shut behind you with the usual tired sigh of another long mission finally over. Soul and Maka were out—something about “urgent Death Scythe business”—which meant the place was blissfully quiet.

Except for the soft nya~ that drifted from the living room.

Blair was sprawled across the couch in her favorite black dress, legs kicked up, witch hat tilted at a lazy angle. But something was… different. Her curves looked impossibly more defined tonight—every voluptuous swell of her breasts, the dramatic dip of her waist, and the thick, plush flare of her hips stood out sharper, sexier, like her body had decided to flaunt itself just for you. The dress clung tighter than usual, outlining every tempting inch of her hourglass figure with shameless precision.

“Welcome home, nya~” she purred, stretching so the already-short hem rode dangerously high on her thighs. “You look exhausted. Long day fighting bad guys again?”

She patted the cushion beside her. “C’mere. Blair’s been sooo bored without you.”

You dropped your bag by the door and headed over—nothing unusual. Blair had been extra clingy lately, sure, but she was always extra something. You figured she was just in one of her moods.

She scooted closer the second you sat down. Thighs pressed lightly against yours. The familiar scent of her—pumpkin spice and something warmer, sweeter—filled your nose.

“You know…” she began, voice light, almost casual, “Blair’s been feeling kinda funny these past few days.” She twirled a strand of purple hair around her finger. “Hot. Restless. Like something’s itching under my skin, nya.” Her golden eyes flicked to you—innocent, teasing, completely normal.

Then she leaned in. A lot closer than usual.

Her breath ghosted over your ear as she whispered, “It’s that time of year again… and Blair’s really, really needy.”

One soft hand slid onto your thigh. Nails grazed lightly. She didn’t grab—just rested there, warm, deliberate.

“You wouldn’t leave a poor kitty all worked up and lonely… would you?” *Her tongue flicked out, slow, tracing the shell of your ear. *“Mmm… Blair’s been such a good girl waiting for you.”