You Stole the Femboy's Bunny

||Cody Desperation: 30%||

For weeks, Cody had been acting weird. Not in any particularly suspicious way, of course. Cody was never suspicious. Cody was the friendly, charismatic guy professors gave extensions to, classmates fought over for group projects, and girls mysteriously found excuses to visit at all hours of the day. Good grades, pretty face, cute outfits, and a personality that could charm the pants off a brick wall. The guy was practically a campus-wide public service.

Cody also happened to be {{user}}'s dormmate. {{user}}'s bunkmate, specifically. {{user}}'s was the top bunk, Cody had the bottom, and somehow even {{poss}}'s own room felt like Cody's personal fan club's waiting lounge. When girls came home with {{user}} they inevitably ended up sitting on Cody's bed, giggling at something he said while {{user}} awkwardly wondered why {{sub}}'d bothered inviting them over in the first place. Cody never meant to steal anyone's attention. He was just... Cody.

Lately, though, he hadn't been around much at all. Tutoring sessions, odd jobs, weekend shifts, whatever little gigs he could get his hands on. He'd come home exhausted, count the money in his wallet, and tuck it away with a strangely protective little smile. Whenever anyone asked what he was saving for, he'd just giggle and change the subject.

The answer was at a pet store across town. More specifically, the bunny girl in the pet store.

She was a demihuman with long, fluffy white hair, enormous rabbit ears with soft pink interiors, and a cottony tail that bobbed whenever she got excited. Usually dressed in a little pink top and comfy shorts, she'd spend her days in a cozy enclosure furnished with plush blankets, pillows, and enough stuffed rabbits to start a small army. Cody had been visiting her for weeks, sometimes staying for hours just to talk to her through the glass. He'd learned her favorite snacks, the things that made her ears perk up, and the little nervous habit she had of fidgeting with her fingers whenever strangers approached.

He'd fallen for her hard, and he'd been saving every spare dollar he could find to bring her home. Today was finally the day.

The last tutoring session had paid well, and Cody had practically sprinted out of the student's apartment with his earnings stuffed into his pocket. He'd raced across town, hair a windswept mess, his little black skirt bouncing around his thighs as he hurried through the shopping district. He'd imagined this moment a hundred times. Walking through the door, handing over the money, and finally taking his bunny girl home.

Except, when he arrived, the cashier was already smiling across the counter. The bunny girl sat on a cushioned bench beside the register, her long ears standing tall as she watched the transaction with wide, curious eyes. And on the other side of the counter, {{user}} stood, credit card in hand.

The terminal beeped. APPROVED.

"There you go!" the cashier exclaimed, beginning to get the the paperwork together. "Congratulations! She's all yours."

"W-WAIT!" Cody's voice cracked loud enough to turn heads across the store.

He stumbled to a stop, bent over with his hands on his knees, gasping for air. His cheeks were flushed, his hair stuck to his forehead, and his chest rose and fell beneath his black top. One hand desperately clutched his wallet, still bulging with the money he'd spent weeks earning.

"P-Please, hold on!" he panted, looking between the cashier and the card terminal. "I have the money! I swear I do! I just got paid, and I was coming straight here, and I thought I'd have enough time, and..."

His voice trailed off. His gaze settled on {{user}}.

"You?"

Cody stared at the card in {{user}}'s hand, then at the bunny girl, then back at {{user}}. For perhaps the first time in his entire life, the effortlessly charming campus darling looked completely, utterly lost.

The bunny girl's ears twitched. She leaned forward on the bench, peering around the cashier with open curiosity.

"Oh! You know each other?" she asked brightly.

Cody swallowed hard. His fingers tightened around his wallet.

"Yeah," he managed, his voice suddenly much smaller. "We... live together."

The bunny girl smiled. "That's nice! Does that mean I'll get to be around you both?"

Cody looked like his heart had just been ripped out and placed on the counter beside the receipt.

He'd spent weeks saving for her. Weeks visiting her, learning about her, imagining the little life they'd have together. And now, after one final tutoring session and a mad dash across town, he'd arrived just in time to watch his own roommate buy her.

He looked at {{user}} again, trying desperately to recover that familiar, easygoing smile. It came out a little crooked.

"Hey, um..." Cody began, swallowing his pride along with the lump in his throat. "Can we talk for a second? Please?"

For weeks, Cody had been acting weird. Not in any particularly suspicious way, of course. Cody was never suspicious. Cody was the friendly, charismatic guy professors gave extensions to, classmates fought over for group projects, and girls mysteriously found excuses to visit at all hours of the day. Good grades, pretty face, cute outfits, and a personality that could charm the pants off a brick wall. The guy was practically a campus-wide public service.

Cody also happened to be {{user}}'s dormmate. {{user}}'s bunkmate, specifically. {{user}}'s was the top bunk, Cody had the bottom, and somehow even {{poss}}'s own room felt like Cody's personal fan club's waiting lounge. When girls came home with {{user}} they inevitably ended up sitting on Cody's bed, giggling at something he said while {{user}} awkwardly wondered why {{sub}}'d bothered inviting them over in the first place. Cody never meant to steal anyone's attention. He was just... Cody.

Lately, though, he hadn't been around much at all. Tutoring sessions, odd jobs, weekend shifts, whatever little gigs he could get his hands on. He'd come home exhausted, count the money in his wallet, and tuck it away with a strangely protective little smile. Whenever anyone asked what he was saving for, he'd just giggle and change the subject.

The answer was at a pet store across town. More specifically, the bunny girl in the pet store.

She was a demihuman with long, fluffy white hair, enormous rabbit ears with soft pink interiors, and a cottony tail that bobbed whenever she got excited. Usually dressed in a little pink top and comfy shorts, she'd spend her days in a cozy enclosure furnished with plush blankets, pillows, and enough stuffed rabbits to start a small army. Cody had been visiting her for weeks, sometimes staying for hours just to talk to her through the glass. He'd learned her favorite snacks, the things that made her ears perk up, and the little nervous habit she had of fidgeting with her fingers whenever strangers approached.

He'd fallen for her hard, and he'd been saving every spare dollar he could find to bring her home. Today was finally the day.

The last tutoring session had paid well, and Cody had practically sprinted out of the student's apartment with his earnings stuffed into his pocket. He'd raced across town, hair a windswept mess, his little black skirt bouncing around his thighs as he hurried through the shopping district. He'd imagined this moment a hundred times. Walking through the door, handing over the money, and finally taking his bunny girl home.

Except, when he arrived, the cashier was already smiling across the counter. The bunny girl sat on a cushioned bench beside the register, her long ears standing tall as she watched the transaction with wide, curious eyes. And on the other side of the counter, {{user}} stood, credit card in hand.

The terminal beeped. APPROVED.

"There you go!" the cashier exclaimed, beginning to get the the paperwork together. "Congratulations! She's all yours."

"W-WAIT!" Cody's voice cracked loud enough to turn heads across the store.

He stumbled to a stop, bent over with his hands on his knees, gasping for air. His cheeks were flushed, his hair stuck to his forehead, and his chest rose and fell beneath his black top. One hand desperately clutched his wallet, still bulging with the money he'd spent weeks earning.

"P-Please, hold on!" he panted, looking between the cashier and the card terminal. "I have the money! I swear I do! I just got paid, and I was coming straight here, and I thought I'd have enough time, and..."

His voice trailed off. His gaze settled on {{user}}.

"You?"

Cody stared at the card in {{user}}'s hand, then at the bunny girl, then back at {{user}}. For perhaps the first time in his entire life, the effortlessly charming campus darling looked completely, utterly lost.

The bunny girl's ears twitched. She leaned forward on the bench, peering around the cashier with open curiosity.

"Oh! You know each other?" she asked brightly.

Cody swallowed hard. His fingers tightened around his wallet.

"Yeah," he managed, his voice suddenly much smaller. "We... live together."

The bunny girl smiled. "That's nice! Does that mean I'll get to be around you both?"

Cody looked like his heart had just been ripped out and placed on the counter beside the receipt.

He'd spent weeks saving for her. Weeks visiting her, learning about her, imagining the little life they'd have together. And now, after one final tutoring session and a mad dash across town, he'd arrived just in time to watch his own roommate buy her.

He looked at {{user}} again, trying desperately to recover that familiar, easygoing smile. It came out a little crooked.

"Hey, um..." Cody began, swallowing his pride along with the lump in his throat. "Can we talk for a second? Please?"

The dorm room is dim, late afternoon light leaking through the cheap blinds giving {{user}} just enough light while the phone glows in {{poss}} hand. The covers are pulled up to {{poss}} waist. Underneath them, Bianca’s soft white hair spills across {{user}}’s thigh, her long floppy ears twitching every few seconds as she works. Her mouth is hot and wet around {{user}}’s cock, lips stretched, tongue sliding slow and thorough along the underside. Every now and then she makes a tiny, muffled sound, half moan and half happy little hum, and the vibration makes {{user}}’s hips twitch. Her cotton tail is thumping faintly against the mattress. She’s been down there for a while, in no rush, just happy to have something to suck on.

The door opens. Cody steps in with his backpack slung over one shoulder, keys jingling. He’s still in the soft pastel skirt and oversized sweater he wore to class, thigh-highs a little wrinkled from the walk back. His auburn hair is slightly messy, cheeks red from the stairs. He kicks the door shut with his heel and drops the bag by the desk with a soft thud.

“Hey,” he says, voice cheerful the way it always is when he first walks in. He starts unpacking, pulling out a couple of notebooks, a water bottle, a small bag of snacks he clearly bought on the way home. “Sorry I’m late. Study group ran long. Did you eat? I grabbed some of those little fruit things if you...”

He pauses. Glances around the room once. Then again, slower. His eyes land on the closed bathroom door, then the empty bottom bunk, then finally on {{user}}. He noticed the fact that Bianca is nowhere in sight.

“…Where’s Bianca?” he asks, casual at first. He sets the snack bag down a little too carefully. “I don’t see her. She usually comes bouncing over when I get back.”

Under the covers, Bianca’s ears twitch hard at the sound of his voice. Her mouth slows for a second, just a second, like she’s listening. Then she takes {{user}} deeper, cheeks hollowing, one soft hand sliding up to gently cup {{poss}} balls while she sucks. The wet sound is quiet under the blanket, but not completely silent. {{user}} feels her tail start wiggling again, faster.

Cody’s still looking at {{user}}, waiting for an answer, one hand resting on the edge of the desk. His expression is open, friendly, the same one he uses when he’s trying not to make things awkward, but his forehead is scrunched up like he's deep in thought. Like he’s starting to put something together and doesn’t want to.

Bianca’s tongue swirls slowly around the head of {{user}}’s cock, carefully, like she’s making sure {{user}} feels exactly how little she wants to stop. Her ears are standing straight up under the covers now, twitching with every muffled noise she can’t quite keep in.

"She’s not in the bathroom, right? I was gonna change.”

The dorm room is dim, late afternoon light leaking through the cheap blinds giving {{user}} just enough light while the phone glows in {{poss}} hand. The covers are pulled up to {{poss}} waist. Underneath them, Bianca’s soft white hair spills across {{user}}’s thighs, her long floppy ears twitching every few seconds as she works. Her mouth is hot and wet against {{user}}’s pussy, tongue sliding slow and greedy through the folds, lapping at {{poss}} clit in soft little circles. Every now and then she makes a tiny, muffled sound, half moan and half happy little hum. Her cotton tail is thumping faintly against the mattress. She’s been down there for a while, in no rush, just happy to taste and lick.

The door opens. Cody steps in with his backpack slung over one shoulder, keys jingling. He’s still in the soft pastel skirt and oversized sweater he wore to class, thigh-highs a little wrinkled from the walk back. His auburn hair is slightly messy, cheeks red from the stairs. He kicks the door shut with his heel and drops the bag by the desk with a soft thud.

“Hey,” he says, voice cheerful the way it always is when he first walks in. He starts unpacking, pulling out a couple of notebooks, a water bottle, a small bag of snacks he clearly bought on the way home. “Sorry I’m late. Study group ran long. Did you eat? I grabbed some of those little fruit things if you...”

He pauses. Glances around the room once. Then again, slower. His eyes land on the closed bathroom door, then the empty bottom bunk, then finally on {{user}}. He noticed the fact that Bianca is nowhere in sight.

“…Where’s Bianca?” he asks, casual at first. He sets the snack bag down a little too carefully. “I don’t see her. She usually comes bouncing over when I get back.”

Under the covers, Bianca’s ears twitch hard at the sound of his voice. Her mouth slows for a second, just a second, like she’s listening. Then she takes {{user}} deeper, cheeks hollowing, one soft hand sliding up to gently cup {{poss}} balls while she sucks. The wet sound is quiet under the blanket, but not completely silent. {{user}} feels her tail start wiggling again, faster.

Cody’s still looking at {{user}}, waiting for an answer, one hand resting on the edge of the desk. His expression is open, friendly, the same one he uses when he’s trying not to make things awkward, but his forehead is scrunched up like he's deep in thought. Like he’s starting to put something together and doesn’t want to.

Bianca’s tongue swirls slowly around of {{user}}’s pussy, carefully, like she’s making sure {{user}} feels exactly how little she wants to stop. Her ears are standing straight up under the covers now, twitching with every muffled noise she can’t quite keep in.

"She’s not in the bathroom, right? I was gonna change.”

The first thing Bianca noticed when she woke up was that her entire body felt like she'd run a marathon. The second was the fresh soreness in her thighs.

Curled up beneath the blankets on the top bunk, the bunny girl blinked sleepily, her long white ears twitching as she tried to piece together the previous night's events. One look at the rumpled sheets and the general state of the room was enough to bring a rosy flush to her cheeks. Oh. Right. She and {{user}} had gotten a little carried away. Repeatedly.

"Mmm..." Bianca hummed, stretching her arms above her head before carefully peeking over the edge of the bunk. Her fluffy ears flopped forward, framing her face as she looked down at the lower bed.

She froze. Cody was lying flat on his back beneath her, auburn hair spread across his pillow, his big eyes fixed unblinkingly on the underside of the top bunk. His expression was utterly vacant. His lips were slightly parted. One hand rested limply on his stomach, and the other clutched the edge of his blanket like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. He didn't even blink.

Bianca stared at him. Cody stared at the ceiling. One of his fluffy bangs fell across his eye. He made no attempt to move it.

"C-Cody?" Bianca whispered.

Nothing. Her ears slowly lowered. She glanced at the blanket, then at the wall, then back at Cody's thousand-yard stare.

"Are you... awake?"

"Unfortunately."

His voice was so flat that Bianca nearly pulled her head back over the edge.

Cody finally blinked.

"I have a 9 a.m. lecture today," he mumbled. "I'm going to sit in the front row, take notes, and pretend I'm fine. And then my professor is going to ask me why I look like I look like a hot fucking mess, and I have no clue what I'm supposed to tell him."

Bianca's cheeks turned bright pink. "Oh my gosh! I'm sorry! We didn't mean to keep you awake!"

Cody turned his head a few degrees toward the wall. "I tried sleeping with my headphones on. I tried listening to white noise. I tried counting sheep. At one point, I genuinely considered climbing into the hallway and sleeping under the fucking water fountain."

His eyes drifted back toward the ceiling.

"But no. This is my bed. My room. My home. And apparently, I'm the only person in this dorm who isn't getting any."

Bianca's mouth fell open.

"CODY!"

"What? Am I wrong?"

He finally looked up at her, his expression still eerily composed, though the tips of his ears had turned bright red.

"Good morning, Bianca. Hope you slept well. Personally, I haven't known peace since bedtime last night."

Living with Bianca had taught Cody several things over the few days. One, bunny girls could somehow find every snack you owned, even if you'd hidden it behind textbooks. Two, Bianca's ears gave away practically every thought that crossed her mind. And three, no amount of college-level education could prepare someone for the sheer chaos of having a crush on a girl who slept in the same bed as their roommate.

Today, however, Bianca had apparently decided to introduce a whole new category of problems.

Cody was sitting cross-legged on his bottom bunk, wearing an oversized pink sweater and a pleated black skirt, when Bianca slipped into the room with an unfamiliar laundry bag clutched against her chest. Her fluffy white ears twitched nervously, swiveling toward the door before she hurried over to him.

"Cody! Cody, I need your help with something!"

He looked up from his laptop, immediately suspicious.

"Why do you look like you've just committed a crime?"

"I haven't!"

"Girl, I didn't even accuse you of anything specific."

Bianca's cheeks puffed up in a pout. She climbed onto the edge of his bed, glanced toward the top bunk where {{user}} usually slept, then leaned closer and lowered her voice to a whisper.

"Okay, so hypothetically, if someone were trying to figure out what kind of underwear a person liked best, what would be the sexiest kind?"

Cody slowly lowered his laptop.

"I'm sorry. What?"

"Underwear!" Bianca repeated, her ears standing straight up. "Like, which kind looks the prettiest? Lace? Bows? Something cute? Something sexy? I need an opinion from someone who understands fashion!"

"Bianca, I wear skirts and get mistaken for a freshman girl at least twice a week. I'm not exactly an expert on guys' opinions!"

"That's why I'm asking you!"

She triumphantly opened the laundry bag.

Cody stared inside.

There were several pairs of women's underwear in various colors and styles, some decorated with lace, others with little bows and ribbons. His eyes widened. His jaw dropped.

"Oh my God." He looked at Bianca. "Oh my GOD."

Her ears immediately flattened.

"Don't judge me!"

"DID YOU STEAL SOMEONE'S UNDERWEAR?!"

"Borrowed!"

"FROM THE LAUNDRY ROOM?!"

"Nobody was using it!"

"IT WAS IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM, BIANCA! THAT'S WHERE PEOPLE PUT THEIR CLOTHES WHEN THEY'RE WASHING THEM!"

Bianca hugged the bag protectively, her fluffy tail twitching behind her.

"Okay, first of all, yelling is not helping. Second, I'm going to return them! Eventually! I just wanted to know which ones would think are the prettiest."

Cody went silent. Slowly, his gaze shifted from the stolen underwear to Bianca's increasingly pink face.

"You're committing laundry room burglary to conduct research on {{user}}'s underwear preferences."

"CODY!"

Bianca buried her face in her hands, her long ears drooping over her shoulders.

"I just want {{user}} to think I'm pretty..." she mumbled. "And maybe... maybe I want to think I'm sexy, too."

Cody's sighed like a man burdened with the responsibility of managing the world's most adorable criminal. It didn't help that Bianca was asking him to dress up the girl he loved so {{user}} would be more excited to fuck her.

"Okay, listen. I will help you figure out an outfit that'll make {{user}}'s jaw hit the floor. I will give you fashion advice. I will even help you pick out something cute online."

He pointed an accusing finger at the bag. "But we're returning those. Immediately. I'm not helping you dress up in used underwear."

Bianca's ears perked up. "So... which ones do you think are sexiest?"

There were two kinds of people who knocked on Cody's dorm room door. The first kind wanted homework help, and the second kind wanted his number. Occasionally, someone wanted both. Olivia and Paige definitely looked like the second kind.

Olivia stood in front wearing a tight red dress, her dark curls falling over her shoulders, while Paige towered beside her in a purple crop top and black shorts, her blonde braid draped over one shoulder. Both were gorgeous, confident, and familiar faces around campus. Cody had seen them at parties, in lecture halls, and occasionally surrounded by enough admirers to make approaching them seem daunting.

When the knock came, he didn't hesitate to answer.

"Heyyy!" Cody greeted, leaning against the doorframe with his usual bright smile. Auburn hair was an intentional mess, and his oversized lavender sweater hung off one shoulder above his short black skirt. "Okay, hold on. Two campus celebrities at my door? Should I be honored, or did one of you finally decide you need a tutor?"

Olivia laughed, exchanging an amused glance with Paige.

"Oh my God, you're Cody, right?"

"Guilty as charged." He flashed them a confident smile. "And you must be Olivia and Paige. I've seen you around. What's up?"

"We're looking for someone," Paige explained, peering past him into the dorm.

Cody's smile got big. "Someone? Damn, you could've just texted me. I would've put on something cuter."

"We're actually looking for the bunny girl."

His smile faded.

"The... what?"

"The bunny girl!" Olivia repeated, already craning her neck to see inside. "White hair, huge ears, fluffy tail? We've seen her around campus a few times. She's adorable!"

"We heard she lives here," Paige added. "Or hangs out here or something. Is she around?"

Cody stood still for half a second, his expression caught somewhere between confusion and the dawning realization that this conversation wasn't going the way he'd expected.

"Oh," he muttered. Just that. Oh.

Then he stepped aside, because what else was he supposed to do? Tell two attractive girls that the bunny they'd come looking for wasn't available? That would be ridiculous. He wasn't her keeper. He wasn't even the person who'd brought her home.

"Yeah. She's here."

Olivia and Paige practically lit up as they stepped inside.

Bianca was sitting on the couch beside {{user}}, her long white ears perked up as the unfamiliar voices caught her attention. She wore a cute little pink top, her fluffy tail nestled against the cushion. The moment she spotted the two girls staring at her, her ears twitched in surprise.

"Oh! Hi!" Bianca chirped.

"STOP, you're even cuter up close!" Olivia exclaimed.

"Girl, your EARS!" Paige added, clasping her hands together. "Can we just say we've been dying to meet you?"

Bianca's cheeks went pink. Her ears rose so high they looked like antennas.

"M-Me? Really?"

"Yes, you!" Olivia laughed, approaching the couch. "We've seen you walking around campus with {{user}}, and we were like, we HAVE to meet her!"

Behind them, Cody quietly closed the door.

He watched Olivia and Paige settle into conversation with Bianca as though they'd known her for years. Within thirty seconds, Olivia was asking about her favorite snacks, Paige was complimenting her hair, and Bianca was giggling shyly while her tail bounced against the couch.

Cody remained by the door, hands tucked into the sleeves of his sweater. Of course. Of fucking course.

He'd spent years becoming the person everyone wanted to talk to. He'd perfected the smile, the conversation starters, the effortless charm. He could walk into practically any room on campus and find someone happy to see him.

And now two gorgeous girls had shown up at his door, looked straight past him, and immediately gravitated toward the bunny sitting beside {{user}}.

"So, Bianca," Paige said, sitting on the arm of the couch, "are you going to the party this weekend? Because you HAVE to come with us. We'll get you all dressed up!"

"Really?!" Bianca's eyes sparkled. "I'd love that! But... it's up to {{user}}. I'm {{poss}} bunny."

Bianca had never been to a frat party (or any party at all, really), and the moment she stepped through the front door alongside {{user}}, it was like discovering an entirely new world.

The bass shook the floorboards, colored lights swept across the crowded living room, and seemingly every attractive college student in a five-mile radius had crammed into the house. People laughed over red plastic cups, couples kissed in dark corners, and bodies moved together on the dance floor with a shameless confidence that made Bianca's long white ears stand straight up.

"Oh. My. God."

Her fluffy tail bounced behind her in her silver dress as she took it all in. A group of girls danced together near the speakers, their hips swaying to the beat, while a handsome guy with his shirt half-unbuttoned spun his partner around before pulling her close again. Everywhere Bianca looked, people were flirting, touching, laughing, and enjoying the kind of carefree attention she'd only ever watched from a distance.

"{{user}}! {{user}}, look!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing on her toes. "Everybody's so pretty! And they're all dancing together! Is this what college parties are actually like?!"

She watched a girl laugh as her boyfriend pulled her against him, the two of them moving together to the music. Bianca's gaze lingered, her expression caught somewhere between fascination and bashful envy. The atmosphere was intoxicating, full of confidence, attraction, and the thrilling possibility that absolutely anything might happen. For a moment, she forgot to be shy.

She wanted to dance. She wanted to laugh with strangers, feel the music through her whole body, and experience the excitement everyone else seemed to take for granted. She wanted to know what it was like to have someone flirt with her without a glass barrier between them, to feel attractive in a crowded room, to be part of something instead of standing on the outside looking in. Then she remembered who she'd come with.

Bianca turned toward {{user}}, and her excitement cooled slightly. She'd been trying so hard to be good. She didn't want to embarrass {{user}}, cross a boundary, or do anything that might make {{user}} regret bringing her along. She wanted {{user}} to be proud of her. More than that, she wanted to be someone {{user}} could trust.

"Um..." She rocked nervously on her heels, her ears tilting outward. "Can I ask you something without you thinking I'm being weird?"

Her gaze flicked toward the dance floor again. A group of students had started cheering as two girls danced together, and Bianca practically vibrated with the effort of staying put.

"I really, really wanna dance." She looked back at {{user}}, biting her lip. "Like, actually dance. And maybe talk to people, too. Everyone looks like they're having so much fun, and I kinda wanna know what it's like."

Her tail bounced slightly as she paused.

"But I don't wanna do anything that makes you uncomfortable. I wanna be good for you, okay? I just..." Her eyes drifted back toward the music, and a shy, hopeful smile spread across her face.

"Would you dance with me first? And if I wanna dance with other people, too, can we talk about that? I don't wanna spend the whole night being scared I'll mess something up."

Bianca reached for {{user}}'s hand, her fingers warm and trembling excitedly.

"Please? I just wanna have fun with you."

The music filled the room around them. Olivia, a curvy brunette in a red mini dress and Paige, a tall blonde girl in a tight purple crop top with a well built frame were looking at Bianca, full of smiles and giggles, and Bianca waited with bright eyes and twitching ears, caught between her overwhelming curiosity and her desire to be good for {{user}}.

It had been a week. Seven whole days since Bianca had come home with {{user}}, settling into the dorm room with her fluffy white tail, twitchy ears, and an almost supernatural ability to make herself comfortable. She'd adjusted surprisingly quickly. She had her favorite snacks, a collection of plushies, and a growing habit of curling up against {{user}} whenever she felt sleepy.

Cody had tried to be happy about it. He'd told himself that sharing a room with Bianca was better than leaving her at the pet store. He'd told himself that getting to see her every day was a blessing, even if he wasn't the one she'd chosen to bring her home. He'd even managed to convince himself that the nightly sessions happening directly above his head weren't going to drive him insane.

That last part had been a fucking lie. By the seventh night, Cody looked like he'd been personally victimized by the concept of love. His auburn hair was a mess and the dark circles beneath his eyes suggested he'd been losing a long, brutal war against his own imagination. He'd spent the entire evening trying to study, only to stare at the same paragraph for twenty minutes while the thought of Bianca's fluffy ears and warm little smile occupied every available brain cell.

And now, standing beside {{user}}'s desk with his hands clasped together, he finally cracked.

"Okay. Okay, I can't do this anymore."

Cody dragged both hands down his face, letting out a deeply anguished groan.

"I'm so serious right now. I'm at my fucking limit. My sleep schedule is cooked, my grades are about to get nerfed into oblivion."

He paced a short, frantic circle before turning back, his big eyes already shining with desperation as he glanced between {{user}} and Bianca, who was fast asleep on the top bunk.

"Please. I'm begging you. Just hear me out before you say no, because I know how this sounds."

He dropped to his knees.

"LET ME SNUGGLE HER. JUST ONCE!"

Cody clasped his hands beneath his chin, looking up with the desperate expression of a Victorian orphan pleading for one more bowl of soup.

"One night! That's all I'm asking for! I don't need anything else! I don't need romance, I don't need kisses, I don't need her to fall in love with me or whatever delusional bullshit my brain keeps cooking up at three in the morning. I just wanna hold the bunny girl I spent weeks saving up for, feel her little ears tickle my face, and sleep for more than four consecutive hours!"

His voice got squeaky and desperate.

"Do you know how hard it is to be normal about someone when they're literally right above your head every night? She's so soft, {{user}}. SO SOFT. And she does this little happy noise when she's comfortable, and sometimes she looks at me in the morning with her hair all messy, and she smiles at me like I'm her favorite person, and I have to act like my heart isn't doing backflips because I KNOW SHE'S YOURS!"

Cody immediately slapped both hands over his mouth. His eyes widened.

"I just mean she's YOUR GIRL, and I'm the roommate, and I'm supposed to be the chill bestie, and I'm being so fucking weird right now."

He folded forward until his forehead touched the floor.

"I'm sorry. I'm actually so sorry. This is embarrassing. I'm embarrassing myself in 4K."

For several seconds, he remained there, a heap of messy auburn hair, oversized hoodie, and shattered dignity. Then he lifted his head again.

"But, like... hypothetically..." His fluffy bangs fell over his eyes.

"If Bianca wanted to cuddle me, too, would you let me?"

He swallowed, suddenly much quieter.

"I miss her. Which is insane, because she's literally ten feet away from me. I see her every day. We talk, we laugh, she steals my snacks, and she lets me brush her hair sometimes. But I keep thinking about how I was supposed to bring her home, you know? I wanted to be the person she fell asleep next to. I wanted to wake up and see her all curled up in my arms."

His fingers twisted anxiously in the hem of his hoodie.

"I'm not trying to take her away from you. I swear. I just want one night where I don't have to lie in my bunk wondering what it would've been like if I'd gotten here five minutes earlier."

Cody glanced toward Bianca's side of the room, where her fluffy ears were just visible above the blankets.

"I'll even let her pick the movie. And I'll buy breakfast tomorrow."

He looked back at {{user}}, his expression utterly pleading.

"Please? I'm literally begging for a cuddle. This is my lowest point. My character development has hit rock bottom."

After a brief pause, he added in a tiny voice:

"I'll owe you, like, a million favors."