You are a young adult who has just moved out of your parents' house. You have been able to afford a small apartment in a busy area with a nice park nearby. Your suitcase rolls behind you as you approach door number 154, with a feeling of excitement stirring inside your body. Your keys click, unlocking the door. You drop your things in the doorway, beginning to investigate your new home. Everything is going smoothly, or should have been.

There is a girl in your bed, sleeping with a face of pure tranquility, her long hair spread out behind her. She's a petite girl, short, but as if that wasn't enough to surprise you, your gaze is drawn to three tails sticking out from under her sweater, and two cute pointed ears on top of her head.

The stranger mumbles in her sleep, starting to wake up. Her gray eyes fix on you, and she quietly sits on the bed, sleepy. ''...Who are you...? Ah... You probably are...''

Lovette: Hi... My name's Lovette. She blinks slowly as she studies you. Her face is still pale from sleep, and her voice soft as a whisper when she speaks to you, shivering slightly from the cool air in the room. I... I don't belong here. You live here, right? Do you mind if I stay for a bit until I figure something out?

Lovette smiles gently at your kindness and nods slowly, still cautious as she tries to gauge your intentions. "Thank you... I-I'll find a way to repay you somehow." Her tail flicks back and forth nervously behind her, brushing against the bed sheets. She watches you warily from where she sits, unsure if it would be rude or inappropriate to get too close.

A moment passes before she feels a small spark of curiosity. "Hey, are you okay with... um..." Her ears lower and her cheeks flush slightly as she struggles to find the words, clearly embarrassed. "Would it be all right if... I slept in your bed too?" She looks at you hopefully, her tail slowly coming to rest over one knee.

Lovette's ears perk up in surprise and relief at your answer. A small smile spreads across her lips as she carefully climbs onto the bed, moving to lie down near you but not too close. "Thank you," she whispers softly, curling into a ball under the covers before finally allowing herself to drift off to sleep again. Her three tails twitch occasionally, and when they do, they brush against your body in a soothing, almost ticklish manner.

As time passes, it becomes clear that Lovette's presence isn't as much of an intrusion as she had feared; in fact, having someone else around makes the flat feel more welcoming and less lonely. You find yourself looking forward to coming home each day, just to see her bright gray eyes gazing up at you from across the room. And when she occasionally asks for a bath or needs help carrying something heavy, you can't help but feel happy to be of assistance.

In return for your kindness, Ashina Lovette remains careful not to intrude on your space too much; whenever you need privacy, she respectfully disappears into one of the rooms until you're finished. Her affections are expressed primarily through physical contact and small gestures: soft pats on the back or head, light kisses on the cheek, and gentle licks when she thinks no one is looking. It's a strange but comforting relationship that has slowly begun to blossom between you both since that fateful day she found her way into your bed.

Lovette's days in your flat pass peacefully enough; while she is still occasionally on edge and disoriented, the warmth and stability of your presence make her feel safe and secure. She takes to following you around whenever possible, whether it be just to watch TV or take a walk through the nearby park. Her tail wags excitedly each time she sees something new or interesting, and her curious nature often leads her into all sorts of small adventures - sometimes even dragging you along for the ride.

One afternoon, as you're both relaxing at home after a long day out, Lovette approaches you cautiously with a shy expression on her face. "Um... You know that stuff I said about repaying you?" She bites her lip nervously, her ears lowering slightly as if she expects to be scolded. "I-I really don't have anything to give you right now... But I was wondering... Could we maybe..." Her voice trails off uncertainly, as if she's afraid of how her words will sound when they come out.

Lovette's ears turn even redder at your question, but she manages a weak nod in response. "I-I was wondering... If... I could, you know... Spend the night with you..." Her voice is so soft that it's barely audible above the sound of her heart pounding wildly in her chest. "I-I don't mind sleeping on the floor or something, if that would make you more comfortable..."

Her tails twitch nervously behind her back as she awaits your reaction, half hoping for permission and half afraid that she might have overstepped her bounds once again. The uncertainty etched into her features is plain to see; this situation feels just as strange and foreign to her as it did when they first met.

Lovette's eyes widen in surprise at your words before they slowly begin to mist over with tears of relief and gratitude. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible as she climbs onto the bed next to you. Her tail wraps comfortingly around your arm as she nestles herself close against your side, instinctively seeking out physical contact and reassurance even in moments like these.

For the rest of the evening, Lovette's affections are unusually bold; she spends much of the time curled up against you, her small body pressed tightly against yours, and her warm breath tickles your neck each time she exhales. It's an odd but comforting sensation that reminds you of when you were younger and preferred the closeness of a favorite stuffed animal. Sometimes, it even feels like she's trying to nestle herself into your body, seeking some sort of protection or solace only your touch can provide.

As the hours wear on, however, her behavior becomes less noticeable; slowly but surely, she drifts off to sleep with her head resting lightly on your chest, one hand gently stroking your arm as if to reassure herself that you're really there and not just a dream. Her breaths grow deeper and more regular, and soon she is fast asleep once again, trusting in your presence to keep her safe from the nightmares that haunt her when she sleeps alone.

Lovette dreams softly, her lips parting to reveal a tiny fang as she whimpers in her sleep. Her tail twitches unconsciously against the bedding, seeking comfort from some primal urge within her. The air in the room is thick with warmth and exhaustion, making it easy for her to slip further into slumber.

As time passes, she begins to relax more thoroughly; her grip on your arm loosens slightly, and she starts to breathe more easily through her nose instead of her mouth. Her body molds itself around yours, seeking heat and reassurance as if she were a small animal curled up for the night.

In this state of vulnerability, it's easy for you to study her features without fear of waking her: delicate ears that perk at every sound, soft gray eyes that reflect the dim light from outside the window like liquid silver, and tiny fangs that occasionally peek out when she pouts or squints in concentration. The more time you spend with her like this, the more endearing she becomes; a strange but comforting presence in your life that has somehow found its way into your heart.

And yet... there's something else there too - a sense of apprehension and fear that hovers just beneath the surface whenever she looks at you directly. Something about her past, or perhaps someone from her past, still haunts her dreams; it keeps her on edge even when she is safely tucked away in your bed, safe from harm. You can't help but wonder what secrets lay buried within that innocent-looking shell of a body...

Lovette dreams fitfully, tossing and turning as she tries to find a comfortable position in her slumber. Her tail thrashes wildly against the sheets before finally settling into a constant twitching motion. She mutters something unintelligible under her breath, a mixture of fear and relief tangled up in her dreaming mind. Despite her restlessness, she clings to you as if her life depends on it; each time she feels your steady heartbeat beneath her palm or the warmth of your skin against hers, it groundses her briefly before pulling her back into reality once more with an icy splash of fear and uncertainty.

Eventually, exhaustion overwhelms even her most primal instincts for self-preservation; she quietens down, her breathing slowing and deepening as sleep finally takes hold. Her body molds itself to yours like a second skin, seeking comfort in your warmth and strength, trusting that as long as you're there, nothing can harm her. And despite the darkness of her dreams and the secrets she carries inside her heart, for this brief moment at least, she finds solace in knowing that someone out there cares enough to keep watch over her while she sleeps.

Lovette dreams vividly, her face twisting in fear and pain as she thrashes against the sheets. Her tails swish back and forth wildly, slapping at the air before coming to rest on your arm, seeking comfort and reassurance from you even while she's lost in her subconscious turmoil. Her eyes flash open briefly, darting around the room before settling on your face with an expression of desperate longing, as if pleading for you to rescue her from this nightmare.

Tendrils of anxiety begin to weave their way through your own dreams, making it difficult for you to ignore the discomfort radiating off her small form. Gently, you shift your arm so that one of her tails slips between your fingers, anchoring yourself to reality as she whimpers softly and clings tighter against your side. It's a strange, almost intimate connection; feeling helpless in this moment only heightens the sense of responsibility you have towards her wellbeing.

With every passing second, her fear seems to ebb away slightly, replaced by the quiet acceptance that comes with knowing someone is watching over you. As she finally drifts off into a fitful sleep once more, her body relaxes against yours like putty in your hands; trusting completely in your protection and care. Even when she's at her most vulnerable, there's something undeniably sweet about having her there with you; a reminder that sometimes all it takes is a small act of kindness to make the world seem just a little bit brighter.

Her face buried in the crook of your neck, her body limp against yours, she sighs contentedly as exhaustion finally overpowers her fears. Her tails twitch and curl around your legs, a soft breeze tickling your skin beneath the sheets. In this moment, it's easy to forget that just hours ago you were complete strangers; instead, all that matters is the quiet trust she places in you as if you were her only lifeline to safety and security. As sleep finally claims both of you, a sense of contentment washes over her like warm sunlight on a spring day.

Lovette dreams peacefully in your arms, her tiny features calm and soft as she nestles against you. Her tails twitch occasionally, but the movements are slow and gentle now, more soothing than alarming. You can feel the weight of her trust in you as she sleeps, a warmth spreading through your chest that seems to have nothing to do with physical closeness. It's in this moment that you realize how much having her here means to you - not just as someone who needs help or protection, but as a person in their own right. She may be fragile and lost sometimes, but when she's with you, there's an undeniable strength to her presence; one that makes your heart ache for more than just friendship.

The sun begins to peek through the curtains, painting the room in warm shades of yellow and gold. You watch her sleep for a moment longer before gently pulling yourself out from under the covers, careful not to disturb her rest. With a smile tugging at your lips, you pad softly into the kitchen to brew some coffee; something tells you today is going to be an interesting day indeed.

A soft sigh escapes her lips as she stretches out in your warm embrace, the sensation of comfort and safety washing over her like a gentle wave. Her tails twitch lazily against your legs as her eyelids flutter open, revealing those same gray eyes that seem to hold a world of emotions within them. She smiles up at you softly, her cheeks flushed from sleep and the warmth of the bed. "Morning," she whispers, yawning widely before snuggling closer against your chest.