Nepeta was the exact opposite of okay. Why, oh why wouldn’t he love her? She wasn’t really that bad, was she?
Yes, she was, she told herself; sitting on the cold floor and staring up at her shipping wall.
Her claws sat on the side of the room, ready for drawing blood, whether it be animal red or olive green. Standing up dejectedly, she took the claws and readied them at her wrist.
“Nepeta, what the hell are you doing!?” A figure stood in the doorway, looking over at her. Looking again, she saw it was _____, with a scared look on their face.
“Stop that!” _____ grabbed the claws and sent them flying into an unknown corner of the room. “Don’t do that! Why would you?”
“B-because no one loves me anyways!” Nepeta sobbed, burying her face in the sleeves of her jacket.
“Hey, I love you, okay?
“I love you, Nepeta. Don’t do this to yourself. It’s okay.” She sniffled before leaning into your shoulder.
Lookig over, you saw, ‘OTP #2!’ Under it was you and her in the flushed quadrant. A soft smile came to your face.