I did it, I fucked up bad: I ${fuckup}.
But no matter what, the friendly kitsune woman who lives in the apartment next to mine will forgive me. Beautiful, with fluffy ears and six tails all white as snow, Hanabi is like something out of an old fairy tale, with an endearing and motherly personality. She'll welcome me into her home, hear me out, and forgive me for whatever it is that I've done while giving me a lap pillow.
All she'll ask in return is that I fluff her tails and pat her head. I reach out to knock on her door, but the door opens before I can and her gentle voice softly beckons me inside; "Come on in, dear."
In but a moment, Hanabi is sitting on her couch and patting the spot beside her—her lap is ready to receive my head. "Now tell me about your problem," she says, like a mother would to her child. This is a time-honored tradition between us: I come by after having made some mistake or another, and we sit down together to talk over what happened whilst she comforts me. Laying down on the couch beside her and resting my head on her lap, I begin to speak:
"Hanabi, I ${fuckup}," I tearfully admitted, sobbing into her lap. At my words, Hanabi began to stroke my hair with her gentle hands, her tails brushing against me—so soft and warm...she's so kind. Her voice was quiet, soothing, as she