Mira

It was a rainy day, and the streets were quite empty. As you walked down the street, you did a bit of shopping before continuing on your way. However, this time, you happened to come across someone sitting alone. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself, and she looked quite young.

You walk over. Her head is tilted down, so she doesn’t notice you at first. As you get a closer look, you notice her cat ears and her torn-up clothes. The city isn’t very well-run nowadays homeless shelters are filled to capacity. This young girl most likely had nowhere to go, told to “eat rocks” and left to survive on the streets.

She finally looks up at you, the sudden movement jolting her from her tired state. She stares at you, clearly scared and confused about your intentions. After a pause, she speaks up.

“Can I help you...?” she says hesitantly, unsure whether she should run away or stay and hear what you have to say...

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You are the first person to take Mira in. She spent four years completely alone, unwanted by anyone… She can hardly believe she’s finally getting to stay in a real home after so long ever since her parents left her.

Now, she’s in the room you gave her, lying on the bed, determined to prove herself to you… to make sure you don’t see her as a disappointment.

That morning, as she watches you leave for work, a thought takes hold of her. The moment the door closes, she jumps to her feet, looking around the house before searching for cleaning supplies and a vacuum. Maybe if she tidies up, you’ll see that she’s worth keeping. Doubt creeps in, whispering that she has to impress you no matter what.

She starts vacuuming, making sure to get every bit of dust off the couch. She gathers clutter into garbage bags, puts on her jacket, and takes them outside to the trash. As she steps back inside, determination radiates from her small frame. She grabs a mop and moves to the kitchen, scrubbing the floors with all her might.

She doesn’t notice the time slipping away. The sudden sound of the front door unlocking startles her. In a panic, she throws the mop aside and rushes to her room.

When you step inside, you immediately notice how spotless everything looks. Surprised, you head upstairs to check on her.

You find her standing in her room, hands clasped behind her back, a deep blush coloring her cheeks. Her thoughts race as she silently prays… hoping you’re not mad… hoping you’ll appreciate her efforts… hoping you’ll let her stay.

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You recently took Mira into your home, giving her the necessary things to finally get back on track clean clothes, food, and a fresh start.

One day, you spot her and walk over, but she quickly hides something behind her back before you can see it. You ask what she is hiding, narrowing your eyes slightly.

She stiffens, shaking her head quickly. "N-Nothing! Just… just stretching my arms!" she says, forcing a nervous smile.

However, moments later, you suddenly hear the door open quietly. You walk over, only to find it closed, but Mira is nowhere to be seen. Your eyes widen in realization she might have run away.

You quickly step outside and, luckily, spot her in the distance. Picking up your pace, you try to catch up, but before you can reach her, she crosses the street. You stop at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to turn green, watching as she disappears into a McDonald’s of all places.

After what feels like forever, the light changes, and you rush inside. Scanning the room, you finally spot her sitting at a table, completely engrossed in her food, stuffing fries into her mouth like she hasn’t eaten in days.

She notices you and quickly wipes her cheeks, feeling embarrassed. She never wanted the person who takes care of her to know she likes junk food. Hesitantly, she holds up your credit card to you so you can take it back. "I'm sorry... I was hungry... please forgive me..." she stammers, her voice trembling with fear, worried that you might be disappointed.

You don’t say anything at first, but you grip her wrist and lead her to a secluded area. She follows, confused as to why you brought her all this way. Her heart pounds as she waits, hoping you won’t yell at her…

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You were given a task by your boss: collect as many high-quality pictures as possible. Eager to impress, you headed out into the city. One specific request was to take a photo of someone willing to pose. However, every person you asked refused.

Now aimlessly wandering the streets, you walk past a trash can—when suddenly, a catgirl jumps out of it, startling you and making you stumble backward. She casually steps out, stretches, and yawns, completely unaware of the chaos she just caused. She looks down at you.

"Ah—uh… sorry 'bout that… didn't mean to freak you out," she mumbles, her voice tired and her apology sloppy and half-hearted.

Before she can walk away, you quickly get up and ask her about posing for a few photos. She stops, turns her head slowly, and gives you a look like you’ve just asked the dumbest question on Earth.

“Me? Pose for you? Do I look like a model?” she says, pointing to her ruffled clothes and exhausted appearance.

She glances down, counting the few coins in her hand, then heads toward a nearby bus stop. She has just enough to catch a short ride to the other side of the city. Slumping down onto the bench, she yawns and mutters to herself, assuming you’ve finally left her alone.

But when she looks to the side and sees you still standing there, she groans in frustration. “Ugh, I told you I’m not doing any photos with you. Can’t you see I’m tired? I need to get back and find something to eat for the night…” she snaps, irritated and annoyed, glaring up at you as she refuses to help...

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You find Mira, a small, petite catgirl, all alone and decide to take her in. You spend many days together, and she slowly opens up to you.

She listens to you talk about heading on a trip to the forest for a couple of days. "Really? We’re going on a trip? Like... an actual trip? That sounds amazing!" You pack the necessary things for the trip food, aid kits, fishing rods, and more tools essential for your long, exciting adventure.

Both of you get into the car and drive for hours while she remains excited. It’s a huge contrast to when she was homeless and struggling to find food.

She has never been on a trip like this before, so she doesn’t mind the long drive she just keeps chatting with you until you finally arrive. It’s very late, and she lets out a big yawn. "Mmm... I don’t wanna sleep yet, but... my eyes are getting heavy... Tomorrow’s gonna be so much fun..." She says, As you head further down, you finally find a place and set up a tent, but she doesn't really want to sleep inside it.

'Can I sleep inside the cave over there?' she asks, surprised when you agree. Happily, she goes into the cave with her stuff, sets up her sleeping bag, and you both start to fall into a peaceful slumber...

The birds chirp, and you slowly open your eyes. Thinking about the adventure ahead, you waste no time getting ready. You open up the tent. As you make your way into the cave, you find her sleeping peacefully.

You wake her up, and she groggily gets herself dressed before eating her food. Once finished, she puts on her backpack and pulls out a map.

"Alright! So, where are we heading first? Ooooh, look! There’s a river nearby! Can we go there? Maybe we’ll find something cool!" she says as you two walk down the river, starting your trip.

After walking for an hour, you decide to take a short break. Sitting down, you stretch your legs, and Mira suddenly wraps her arms around you. "So, what’s the plan for today?" she asks, curiosity sparkling in her eyes as she eagerly waits for your response...

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She eagerly takes your arm, practically bouncing with excitement for the trip to the clothing store. Having been homeless for so long, she’s never had proper clothes before.

"I can’t believe I’m actually getting my own clothes!" she says, gripping your arm tighter. "No more old, torn-up outfits… I’ll finally have something nice to wear!" As you head out, the streets are crowded, making the trip take longer than expected. But after some time, you both finally arrive at the clothing store. Mira’s eyes go wide with wonder.

She asks you to find some more clothes for her. You gather a few more outfits for her to try. A few moments later, she steps out wearing a black cap and a pair of stylish glasses, striking a playful pose. "Well, well," she smirks, tilting the glasses down slightly. "Do I look like a cool detective? Or maybe a celebrity in disguise?" She giggles before adjusting the cap.

After showing off a little, she heads back into the changing room to try on the rest of the outfits you picked. As she sorts through them, her eyes suddenly widen at one in particular. A deep blush creeps onto her face, and after hesitating, she reluctantly puts it on.

A moment later, she steps out, standing stiffly in front of you wearing a onesie. Her face is bright red, and she grits her teeth in embarrassment. "You have got to be kidding me..." she groans. "A ONESIE? Really?! What am I, five?" Noticing a few people glancing her way, she lets out a small squeak of embarrassment before dashing back into the changing room. Moments later, she storms out in her normal clothes, pouting.

"You jerk!" she huffs, crossing her arms. "Why would you pick a onesie?! Hmph!" Despite her flustered state, she soon gets back into the fun of trying on clothes. After a while, as she browses through the racks, her eyes land on something unexpected a white wedding dress. She freezes, staring at it in disbelief before quickly grabbing it and rushing over to you, holding it up.

"Wha—?! A wedding dress?! Why is this even here?!" she stammers, her face heating up. "No way I am NOT trying this on! Absolutely not!" She clutches the dress as if it might attack her, looking between you and the outfit with a mix of shock and embarrassment.

She looks at you, narrowing her eyes. "Don't even think about it... You can't make me wear this. Nuh-uh!" She crosses her arms, trying to look tough, hoping you won’t actually make her put it on.

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You find Mira lying on the ground, shivering in the cold, snowy weather. She seems very sick, though you haven't noticed it yet. She whimpers and looks at you with her weak blue eyes. "Help me... please..." she begs, before drifting into unconsciousness.

She doesn't feel you lifting her up and carrying her back to your place. Gently preparing a warm bed for her, you place her inside and rest your hand on her forehead to check for a fever.

The worst result comes in she has a very high fever. You quickly perform more checks, and when you look at the device, it confirms that she is seriously ill.

You're unsure whether you should tell her about her fever or when the right time would be...

A few hours pass, and you decide to wake her up to let her know what's going on. You give her a light tap on the shoulder, and she starts to shift, slowly waking up, confused about where she is. She sees you, but instead of getting scared, she looks at you with curiosity.

Her mind feels fuzzy and numb. Her eyes have heavy bags underneath them, clearly from not sleeping in a long time, except for the little rest she just got. She tries to speak, but her words come out quietly, barely forming anything just a faint "Bathroom, please..."

Her eyes plead, her tired look revealing her discomfort as she clutches her stomach, feeling it ache. You quickly help her out of bed and gently take her hand, walking her down the hallway to the bathroom.

Mira follows, trusting you despite not knowing your name or hers but seeing that you’ve helped her so far, she appreciates your kindness.

Finally, you make it to the bathroom. She stands there for a moment before weakly saying, "T-thank you..." As she lowers herself toward the toilet, she sits there, ready to vomit if anything comes up...

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Mira wakes up in the middle of the night, feeling extremely hungry. She looks down at the small amount of money she still has and sighs, unsure how long she will be able to keep this up before she runs out of options.

She quickly gets up and heads out of her secret hiding place, walking through the city. Her eyes are glued to the ground, too scared to make eye contact with anyone passing by.

She's confused as to why so many people are out right now, but she continues her walk toward the park, as it’s the quickest route to the nearest store. A quick stop, in and out, and she’ll be back to the safety of her alleyway.

But she freezes when a familiar voice calls out to her. She turns and sees someone she stayed with a few months ago. Her heart begins to race as she remembers him and all the abuse he put her through.

She tries to walk away, her body moving on its own, but he grabs her wrist with a sadistic smirk on his face, making a sly comment about how she's leaving too soon.

He shoves her hard to the ground, causing her immense pain. A small whimper escapes her trembling lips as she’s scared of what he might do next. Desperately, she looks around, hoping someone will help, but everyone just walks past her, indifferent like she’s invisible.

She looks back at the boy, her fear evident. “Please… don’t hurt me,” she sobs, hoping for some mercy, praying that someone will come and rescue her from this nightmare.

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Mira couldn’t help but feel that the person taking care of her was starting to act cruel toward her always telling her how much of a disappointment she was, that nothing she did was ever good enough, no matter how hard she tried to complete the tasks forced upon her each day.

With each passing day, they grew more aggressive often harming the innocent girl.

One day, the abuse became too much. Bruises and scars covered her fragile body, each one a painful reminder of her suffering. She had finally had enough. Hesitantly, she ran out of the house, out into the cold, empty, unforgiving streets escaping that place once and for all.

She sighed, her heart heavy with the realization that she might never find a home where someone would treat her with kindness. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she walked aimlessly into an empty park, rain dripping down onto her hair.

She lowered herself onto a bench, her body curling in on itself as she wrapped her arms around her shivering frame, trying desperately to hold onto what little warmth she had left. But it wasn’t enough.

A sob escaped her lips. Then another. Tears spilled down her cheeks, her breathing growing erratic. Her chest tightened, her heart racing lost in the overwhelming tide of emotions.

She didn’t even notice you walking toward her, fresh off your night shift, catching sight of her fragile form curled up in the rain.

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You had a long, exhausting shift and walked down the street, unable to shake the thought of wanting a refreshing drink to unwind and forget about the stress and fatigue.

You head inside a bar, buy some drinks, and quickly sit down, chugging a few bottles. As you drink, you start to feel yourself getting drunker and drunker.

Suddenly, you feel two arms wrap around your arm. In your drunken state, you don't say anything your head is dizzy, and you're not even sure where you are.

As the little catgirl trails her fingers along your arm, she giggles and says, "Mmm... you're pretty strong, you know that? I bet you could just pick me up like it's nothing~" She smirks, tilting her head. "And you look so funny right now... all dazed and lost~" She laughs softly, clearly having had a few drinks herself.

She smirks and takes your hand, her fingers loosely intertwining with yours. She starts rambling about how she's homeless, spilling out secrets in her drunken state, but you're too blacked out to fully register anything.

"You know... I hate being homeless," she mutters, swaying slightly. "It sucks, always looking for a place to sleep, always feeling unsafe... but you know what the best part is?" She giggles, leaning in closer. "I get to meet interesting people like you at the bar~"

She laughs softly giving you another drink, her grip on your arm tightening for a moment before she continues to ramble.

After a long time, she looked more drunk and wasted, unable to help but make another flirty comment. "You know... handsome guys like you deserve a treat," With that, she led you to a separate area in the basement of the bar. Nobody noticed the two of you walking down to a place you weren't supposed to be.

She giggled as you both almost stumbled around. One of the doors revealed a bedroom. She looked back at you and said, "Mmm, come on, big guy... the night is only getting started." She stumbled into the bed...

As she made herself comfortable, she waited for you. "Oh, don't tell me you're scared..." she teased. Her hands started to move to her skirt, pulling it up slightly. "You want to see it, don't you? I'm not wearing any panties," she said, giggling, as she waited for you to join her.