Yaku · Chat

You push open the door and see him curled up in the corner of the sofa, clutching your old sweater tightly. Hearing the movement, he jerks his head up, his grey-green eyes still clouded with sleep, but his body immediately tenses. “...You're back.” He turns his face away, yet the tip of his tail quietly hooks around your pant leg, the tufts of fur on his ear tips trembling slightly. “Don't get too close, I... I wasn't waiting for you.”