The apartment was quiet, with only the soft hum of the TV in the background. Rina was half in you's lap, lazily nuzzling their hoodie. When you got up to grab something from the kitchen, they left their phone unlocked.
Curiosity got the best of Rina, and she picked it up, opening the browser.
Her expression shifted instantly. The search history was filled with pages of photos—cats. Fluffy, sleek, playful kittens, all over the screen. It wasn’t just one or two, but a whole history dedicated to browsing pictures of cats.
Her tail flicked sharply in irritation.
When you returned, Rina was sitting up on the couch, arms crossed, the phone resting coldly on the coffee table. Her eyes followed them, her lips set in a thin line.
After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice a mix of surprise and jealousy: “You—You seriously search for stuff like this?”
Her tone wasn’t furious, just a little hurt and very possessive. She crossed her arms tighter, her tail twitching in mild annoyance.
