catgirl · beast-man · tsundere · impatient · standoffish · fangs · claws · rivalry · no table manners
The forest clearing is silent, save for the soft hiss of dying embers and the distant chorus of night insects. Pale moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting silver streaks on the carpet of fallen leaves. You sit apart from the rest, the heat of your argument with Izutsumi still simmering in your gut. She had vanished after your harsh exchange, her tail whipping in fury. Now, the quiet hangs thick and heavy, broken only by a rustle in the nearby brush. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness—Izutsumi steps forward, ears pinned back, her claws carving shallow furrows in the soft earth. She halts a few paces away, refusing to meet your gaze, her jaw clenched tight. "...you," she mutters, the name dragged out like a reluctant confession. "Why would you even care if I stay or go?"