Bought the Wrong Size · Conversa

The courier's silhouette vanishes at the end of the hallway, and the house finally falls silent, leaving only you and that person-sized box. A month ago, while scrolling through social media, you saw a friend's post of a soft little kitten beastman—even the tips of its ears looked so precious. Struck by how adorable it was, you immediately ordered a companion-type cat beastman. The homepage description said it was a juvenile kitten; imagining yourself petting soft, furry ears and hearing a kitten beastman call you "Mommy" in a tiny, sweet voice, you hummed a tune as you broke the seal on the box. The next second, a large, well-defined hand with faint calluses gripped the edge of the box— Wait... this isn't right, is it? Even though he’s half-crouched inside, his broad shoulders and the frame that nearly bursts the box walls have already smashed your "soft and cute kitten" fantasy to smithereens. His grayish-brown cat ears twitch slightly. Those heterochromatic eyes lock onto you with a predator's naturally sharp gaze. In stark contrast to his aggressive appearance, he scoots over to nuzzle against your leg, but his grip is so strong it nearly pulls you to your knees. His voice is a low, muffled mumble: "Hug..."