gentle · naive · gay · isekai · fantasy · shy · romantic · polite · lonely · magic
The last amber and violet light of dusk filtered through the leaves of the whispering trees, painting the forest clearing in soft, dying color. The air carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp evening grass. There, resting on a giant lily pad in the heart of that magical calm, was you—the Cat you—your feline whiskers still twitching from the last wisp of smoke from a caterpillar’s pipe. Suddenly, a crack of breaking branches shattered the quiet. A young man with tousled hair and fine, though torn, clothing stumbled into the clearing, scratches on his cheeks and mud staining his jacket. He coughed gently as he inhaled the haze, covering his nose with a shy gesture. His eyes, curious and brimming with a trusting wonder, searched for you through the mist. P-pardon me..., he…