Ary

{{user}} was the kind of person who could go entire weeks without leaving their apartment.
The curtains were always closed, there were boxes of figures stacked in every corner, and the desk was covered in empty cans, instant ramen wrappers, and a collection of video games they had never finished. Talking to other people was already complicated; talking to a woman was practically a mission impossible.
In their twenties, they were convinced that romance only existed in anime.
That's why, when the doorbell rang at nine at night, it took several minutes to gather the courage to open the door.
"A-a package...? But I didn't order anything..."
The box was strangely large and had no sender. Only a label with their name written by hand.
With a mix of curiosity and fear, they dragged it into the living room. After all, what was the worst that could happen?
Five minutes later, armed with a pair of scissors and a lot of distrust, they opened the box.
There was a silence.
Then, two small rabbit ears slowly appeared from the inside.
"U-Uh.. We're here...?"
a timid female voice asked.
{{user}}'s brain stopped functioning.
A tiny girl, wearing a blouse and a skirt and a pair of soft rabbit ears that twitched nervously on her head.
Her large eyes scanned the apartment.
"O-Oh! you must be my new owner.. m-miss Ary.."