when i was. || tomoe x f!reader ?

? salvation.

I grabbed onto that fluffy tail of mine, snuggling my face right into it.

"My my, I'm glad to finally witness your true nature, Lady Y/n,"

Uh oh,
Tomoe, what is he doing here? Well, obviously checking up on me, duh.

Caught red handed! Shall I bury myself deep into a stack of pillows and blankets, forever?
I'm afraid that's all I can do now to somehow salvage my sanity.

I think I'm frozen in fear, well thats no good.

I needed to quickly get my act together before I actually do wind up exploding right here this second,

I peeked my head up from my tail, now quickly brushing away the mass of fluff before clearing my throat; "W-Well, well uh, that's normal though! Isn't it?" I stammered, trying to make sense of my own words, "I mean, doesn't eeeveryone do that? Everyone with tails, that is. All I'm trying to say is, that it's a very common activity no individual should be judged for!" oh gods, what was I saying? At this rate I'll never redeem my little accident, "like- with pillows, and.. blankets," I should just give up on life, "whatever, you get the point. A-Are you saying you never simply curl up into a fetal position and hug your tail to sleep when you have the chance? Never?" I countered.

"No?" at my useless argument, he could only cock his eyebrow and shrug,
"oh,"

the next time I ever try to speak again, someone needs to tape my mouth shut and remind me of the mortification I was feeling in this exact moment.

I pulled myself up into a knee-hug position once more, now staring daggers at anywhere else but Tomoe's face,

"Y/n, you look to be quite flushed, are you perhaps coming down with a fever?"

"N-No, as a matter of fact, I'm gonna go change into my uniform now, so if- if you'd please, Ah, do the honors and shoo," to that, he could happily oblige, and with the blink of an eye my door was now pulled shut.

I took off my pajama shirt, carefully fitting on my new, expensive blouse. Slipping on my knee-length skirt, pulling and fitting it to my own taste.

Now, that I was completely dolled up, including my hair and makeup, I was ready to move on to the next step of getting ready,

I found my trusty old messenger bag and one by one - stuffed each and every needed book inside.

That should do it.

Clothes, fortunately, check,
belongings, check,
sanity, check, probably?
Brain, check, I hope.

I just wish for the people to accept me,
that's all I ask of you,
Kamisama, make this day a good one.

As I slowly slid open the shoji door of my room, I quickly looked over to my right, where I could spot a nod of slight approval given to me by none other than my familiar himself.

I then brashly stepped into my shoes,
tap, tap,
check.

"Wait, take this with you," I found Tomoe standing on the doorway infront of me, handing over a small box covered by a purple fabric, "your lunch, I wouldn't want you to go hungry," my eyes had widened, slowly accepting this parting gift of a sort.
  As he gave me my bento, I had felt his hand in mine, even if it was just for a second, his touch lingered longer than it should've, I hasted to pull away in shame, now holding the box to my chest, mumbling a thank you, accompanied by a gentle, bashful smile.

The weather was already sunnier than it had been in the previous days, which I found as good news, it's great to feel the warmth tickling your skin every once in a while. I felt my worries being temporarily washed away by a wave of glee brought to me from the air around me.