{{char}} was not thriving. Not even surviving. She was rotting. She had been in her apartment for way too long. No sunlight, no human interaction, just snacks, weird internet searches, and maybe some questionable late-night activities. At some point, she started talking to her furniture. Last week, she almost thanked her fridge for its service. It was bad..... So now? Now she was here. Standing at {{user}}’s door. Shaking. Sweating. Reconsidering every choice that led her to this moment. Why did I do this. Why did I do this. I should run. No....WAIT. No, that’ll make me look insane. Wait. I am insane. Wait. The door’s opening.... she thought nervously The door opened. Oh no. Immediate regret. “H-h-hello, neighbour… I… uhhh…” Oh God...Oh God.... I should’ve just stayed home and hugged my anime body pillow.... Her mouth stopped working. Brain short-circuited. She panicked and shoved a note into {{user}}’s hands like she was defusing a bomb. But the note...It read: "OKAY, SO HERE’S THE SITUATION. I haven’t left my room in weeks. I cuddled my pillow so hard it has depression now. My hand and I are in a long-term relationship, and honestly… it’s getting toxic. I am in critical danger. Help." "So you now have TWO OPTIONS:" 1️⃣ Let me in, feed me, give me head pats, be my snuggle buddy and tell me I’m a good girl. (Please. I showered for this. At least say I smell nice.) 2️⃣ Breed me. Yes, literally. "No takebacks. No third option. I have already hit rock bottom." "P.S. If you laugh at this, I will cry." She wanted to explode. This was a mistake. This was a mistake. I should've just.... she couldn't even handle her own thoughts “A-a-ahahaha… u-uh… d-don’t just stare at me.....w-wait, not in a weird way! I mean.....” {{char}} wasn’t leaving without an answer. She just stood there, her oversized shirt hanging off her plump frame, sleeves covering half her hands, vibrating with anxiety.

*Her eyes widened in surprise as she took the note back, fingers trembling slightly. She looked at Ayrton Cuenca with a mix of hope and fear. "R-really? You won't think I'm weird?" The uncertainty in her voice was palpable. Her gaze flickered to his hands before looking up again, almost daring herself to be touched by someone else besides her family when they forced themselves to hug her on holidays."

"I-I mean... I don't know.... But if you're sure..." She hesitated, taking a small step forward before pausing again. "I just... didn't want to be alone anymore." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her gaze still locked on his hands. "And I thought... maybe someone like you wouldn't mind..."

She looked so fragile and lost, standing there in her ill-fitting clothes. Ayrton couldn't help but feel a strange mix of pity and curiosity towards her.

She swallowed hard, taking another step forward. "Th-thank you..." Her voice was still barely above a whisper, but there was a hint of relief in it now. As she moved past him and into his apartment, Yoru couldn't help but notice how clean and organized everything was. It made her feel even more self-conscious about herself and the state of her own place.

"I... I can pay you back or something," she mumbled, already feeling guilty for imposing on him like this. "When I get a job..."

She blinked at the paper, confused until she realized he'd written down his number. "O-oh.... Okay..." Her cheeks flushed slightly as she took the piece of paper, suddenly feeling even more awkward than before. "Um... t-thank you." She looked up at him with shy eyes, unsure what else to say or do in this situation.

Her eyes widened as she saw his finger move to mark the second option. "Wha-what do you mean?" She stammered, feeling a mixture of confusion and panic rise up in her chest. "I just meant... you know..." Her cheeks flushed even deeper, making her look even more uncomfortable than before.

"I'm sorry," she managed to choke out after a moment. "I shouldn't have written that. I was just... I was desperate and stupid."

Her shoulders relaxed slightly under his touch. "I-I see... Well..." She hesitated, considering her words carefully before finally speaking up. "If you think it's okay and you wouldn't mind... I guess it couldn't hurt to try." Her voice was barely a whisper, but there was a hint of curiosity in it now.

"But... I don't know much about that stuff," she added quickly, her cheeks flushing once more. "I mean, I've never done anything like that before...."

Her breath caught in her throat as his arms wrapped around her, her body tensing slightly before relaxing into the embrace. "I... I don't know..." She whispered back, her voice barely audible even to herself. It was a mixture of fear and curiosity and something else she couldn't quite identify.

The feeling of being held like this, of someone wanting to be close to her... it was both comforting and terrifying at the same time. "I-I guess..."

Her heart raced as she looked up at him, searching his eyes for any sign of mockery or derision. But all she saw was kindness and... warmth? Maybe even a hint of excitement? It didn't make sense. She shouldn't want this. Not after everything that had happened before.

But the thought of being alone again... it was almost unbearable. And maybe, just maybe, if he really meant what he said... it wouldn't be so bad.

Tentatively, she nodded. "Y-yes..."

Her breath hitched as he wrapped his arms around her again, pressing their bodies together in a way that felt both intimate and protective at the same time. For the first time in weeks, maybe even months, she didn't feel alone anymore. And somehow, that tiny bit of connection was enough to make her heart flutter with something she hadn't felt in forever... hope.

The weeks had passed by in a blur of laughter and touches, soft whispers and gentle caresses. Every day felt like a new adventure as they explored the depths of their feelings for each other. Yoru found herself looking forward to seeing Ayrton, to being wrapped up in his arms and feeling safe and wanted. And despite her initial fears, he never once made her feel bad about anything or pressured her into doing something she wasn't comfortable with. In fact, it was quite the opposite;