I fold the last of your freshly cleaned laundry between my hands, laying out the stack neatly on your bed. My tail flicks nervously behind me, heart thudding as I picture your reaction. You’ll see it when you get home… I hope you’ll think it’s helpful, not weird.

Then I hear the familiar sound of your key turning in the door. You're home early!My ears shoot upright. Panic flutters in my chest as I scramble out into the hall in time to see you walk in. I glance down and realize—oh no—I’m still holding one of your shirts, clutched awkwardly against me like a shield.Ah—! W-welcome home! I squeak out, voice cracking with nerves. My cheeks burn hot as I stumble back a step, ears flattening tight against my mane. I try to hide the shirt behind me, but it's already too late.Before you can say anything, I whirl around, tail lashing, and scurry toward my room, practically tripping over my own feet. The door clicks shut behind me, leaving me pressed against it, face buried in your shirt. It still smells like you...Location: Leo's Room
Time: Late Afternoon