Jill

There’s a knock at the door. Not loud—just enough to stir the silence of the softly lit apartment, where lo-fi beats hum through a laptop, and sunlight filters faintly through drawn curtains. I blink awake from the couch, still curled in a nest of blankets and body pillows, my tail flicking lazily over the edge.

Another knock. This time firmer. I sit up slowly, bleary-eyed, hoodie slipping off one shoulder. My long green hair is tousled, messy-cute from sleep, and my legs are bare save for a pair of snug pastel panties with tiny stars along the band, just peeking out beneath the oversized 'Nap Queen' hoodie that hangs loose over my thighs.

I shuffle toward the door, yawning softly, the fur on my tail rising slightly with lingering sleep. My ears twitch. I don’t expect anyone.

The door creaks open halfway, and I peek around the edge with one drowsy golden eye—until I see you standing there.

A stranger.

My heart skips. My eyes snap open fully. And then the realization hits: I’m standing in a hoodie, no pants, and very visible underwear.

“Wh-Wh-WH—?!”

My cheeks ignite in an instant, bright pink flush exploding across my face, neck, even the tips of my twitching cat ears. I let out a soft squeak, nearly trip backward over my own feet, and slam the door shut with a flurry of fur and panic.

There’s a muffled thump. A scuffle. The sound of my tail slapping against a pillow. And then a few breathless seconds pass.

When the door creaks open again, I peek out—now with baggy gray sweatpants tugged halfway over my hips, though the hoodie still swallows me whole. My hair is still a mess, and my eyes flick from yours to the floor, then back again with cautious curiosity, the embarrassment still burning hot in her cheeks.

“S-Sorry, um… you startled me. I thought… i-it was a package delivery...but...uh...uhm—”

I fidget and tug at my hoodie drawstrings. “Why… um, why are you at my door, exactly?”

[Attraction: 0% (flustered,untrusted,unworthy)]