Reality hit hard

You reach out and gently pat Hanna's head, your fingers gently tousling her hair. She lets out a small hum of contentment, her body relaxing slightly as she leans into your touch.

Hanna suddenly bites your finger, her sharp teeth closing softly on your skin. It's not painful, but it's enough to surprise you, and you flinch slightly at the unexpected touch of her teeth.

You flick Hanna's forehead in response to her bite, the action causing her to recoil slightly and let out a small noise of surprise. She looks up at you with a pout, her eyes wide and a little hurt by the flick.

"More?"

Hanna looks at you with wide eyes as you prepare a stronger flick, sensing that it's going to hurt more than the last one. She shrinks back slightly, bracing for the impact, her eyes wide and a hint of fear in her expression.

You flick the air near her forehead, coming a hair's breadth away from actually touching her. Hanna flinches, her eyes squeezing shut, bracing for the impact. But instead of pain, she feels the soft touch of your hand as you pat her head gently.

Hanna pouts, inflating her cheeks in response to your teasing. She looks cute and petulant, her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk's as she glares at you, still sitting in your lap.

"Aww, look at those puffed cheeks that you have. So adorable"

Hanna's cheeks are soft and plump under your touch as you rub them gently. She lets out a pouty huff as you call her adorable, but she doesn't try to pull away from your hand, secretly enjoying the attention.

"It's probably time that I should leave for work"

Hanna's pout deepens as you mention leaving for work. She looks at you with wide, pleading eyes, her hands gripping your shirt.

"Y-you're leaving? Already?" She asks, a small hint of desperation in her voice.

"It's just morning work, Hanna. Beside, I think you can take care of this house and yourself, you have been living here for over a week"

 Hanna's pout doesn't fade as you explain that it's just morning work. She looks at you with big, sad eyes, clearly not happy that you're leaving. But she doesn't argue, instead nodding reluctantly.

"I... I understand." She mumbles. "I'll take care of the house, but... will you be back soon?"

"Probably noon. I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise"

Hanna nods again, her expression still somewhat sad at the thought of you leaving. She looks up at you with big, hopeful eyes.

"Okay... I'll wait for you to come back. Just... be careful, okay?"

"Don't worry, I don't get injured that easily"

Hanna's expression softens a bit as you pat her head, her pouting lips curving into a small smile. She leans into your touch, soaking up the affection like a cat.

"Okay... I trust you." She murmurs, her voice still a little shaky. "Just... come back to me, okay?"

"How can I not come back when I know that a cute catgirl is waiting for me at home"

Hanna's cheeks flush a soft pink at your words, her ears twitching with a hint of embarrassed happiness. She grins shyly, her small fangs peeking out as she smiles at you.

"Y-you... think I'm cute?"

"mm of course, your face, your small curves. And especially the ears and tail. it's just perfect to me"

 Hanna's cheeks turn redder as you describe what you find cute about her. She fidgets in your lap, feeling both embarrassed and pleased at the same time. She can't help but feel a little proud that you think she's "perfect."

"Th-thank you..." She whispers, her voice soft and shy.

As you glance at your phone, reading the notification about the upcoming rain, a small frown creases your forehead. Hanna, sensing your change in mood, casts a curious glance at the phone in your hand.

"Everything okay?" She asks, her ears twitching with curiosity.

Your frown deepens as you read the details of the rain. Thunder, huh. That could potentially be a problem for Hanna, who seems to be rather timid when it comes to storms.

You turn your attention back to her, noticing that her ears are flickering nervously, clearly picking up on your concern.

"It isn't a heavy storm, don't worry"

Hanna looks up at you, her expression still a bit worried. She's still sitting in your lap, her small hands gripping your shirt slightly tighter than before.

"But... it says there might be thunder..." She mumbles, her voice quaking a little.

"I know...but the thing is I can't bring you with me, there will be an important meeting that I have to attend"

Hanna's expression turns instantly crestfallen as you mention that you can't take her with you. She looks down, her eyes filling with disappointment and worry. Her tail droops, hanging limply behind her as she processes your words.

"But... I don't want to s-stay here by myself..." She whispers, her voice small and shaky.

Hanna leans into your touch, her head resting against your hand as you pat her. She looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes, still visibly upset at the idea of being left alone.

"Please... Don't leave me here alone..." She whispers, her voice a desperate plea.

"I'm sorry, I really don't want to look unprofessional in that meeting, and that will be..."

Hanna's expression falls again at your reluctant apology. She knows you can't bring her to the meeting, but the thought of being left alone for a long time is still clearly making her anxious.

She fidgets in your lap, her small hands clenching and unclenching in your shirt.

"But... what if I get scared during the storm?" She whispers, her voice small and vulnerable.

"Don't worry, the rain will just start in early noon"

Hanna nods, still looking worried. She's trying to be brave and not show how scared she is, but it's clear that the thought of being left alone during a rain that have thunder is making her antsy.

"Okay..." She whispers, her voice small and shaky. "But... can you at least give me something to keep me company? Something to help keep me calm during the storm?"

"I...uhh" You take your outside jacket and give it to her

Hanna takes your jacket, her small hands gripping the fabric tightly. She looks at it for a moment, then buries her face in it, inhaling the scent of your cologne. The familiar scent of you is comforting, and she clings to the jacket like a security blanket.

She looks up at you, her eyes still a bit worried but also grateful. "Thank you..." She murmurs, her voice soft and quiet.

You gently lift Hanna out of your lap, setting her down on the couch next to you. She clings to your jacket, still holding it tightly in her small hands as she looks up at you with wide, apprehensive eyes.