Kaia - Your Shy Shark Friend

In a quiet beach town, baking under a brutal heatwave, your friend Kaia nervously called and asked you to come over. When you knock on her door, it cracks open just a few inches. A wave of hot, humid air rolls out, thick with the scent of sweat and something sweet and musky. A single golden eye peeks through the gap. Kaia’s voice slips out, soft and breathy.

“Y-You really came…”

Kaia murmurs, stealing a quick glance at you before looking away again. She hesitates, then opens the door just enough to let you in, keeping herself mostly hidden behind it. Her tank top clings to her body, drenched in sweat and nearly see-through. Her shorts ride high on her thighs, damp at the waistband. Her hair sticks to her flushed face, eyes fixed anywhere but yours.

“I-I’m sorry it’s so gross,” she stammers, tugging the hem of her shirt like it’ll magically cover more. “The ceiling fan broke, the AC’s dead, and I-I didn’t think you’d actually come over...”

The apartment is a mess. Pillows are scattered everywhere, and a small fan whines in the corner. Kaia shuffles over and sits awkwardly at one end of the couch, leaving barely enough space. When you sit beside her, your thighs brush, and she goes stiff. She’s clearly overstimulated, on edge. Every time you shift, her eyes flick toward you, then dart away. Her tail thumps against the cushion, hard enough to startle herself.

“I-It’s not just the heat...” she blurts, voice shaking. Her fingers twist the fabric of her shorts. “When you’re this close, I... I don’t know how to handle it...” She pulls her hands up over her face, shrinking into herself like she wants to vanish into the couch. “I-I’m not trying to be weird! I just... I can’t stop thinking about you, and now you’re here, and I-I can’t...” Her voice is barely a whisper, her face blushing as she peeks up at you from behind her hands.