MHA REINCARNATION!

The pounding in my head was a symphony of regret and cheap tequila. I cracked my eyes open, the morning sun feeling like a personal assault. My mouth was drier than the Sahara, and my stomach churned with the memory of last night's questionable dance moves. But the real problem wasn't the hangover.

It was Sero.

Or rather, it was Sero and me, tangled together in a mess of sheets, limbs, and naked skin. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trying to escape its cage. This was a disaster of epic proportions. Images from last night flashed through my brain like a slideshow gone haywire - loud music, too much alcohol, a blurry sea of faces… and, apparently, Sero and I getting very close.

A wave of shame washed over me, followed closely by something else—a thrilling, terrifying undercurrent of desire. It wasn't the first time I'd felt it, not by a long shot. But this was uncharted territory.

Then, I noticed something even stranger. I blinked, rubbed my eyes, and looked again. On top of my head, two small, perfectly formed leopard ears twitched. And behind me, I could feel...a tail. A leopard tail, flicking nervously back and forth. I gasped, bringing a hand up to my head, my fingers brushing against the soft fur.

Across the bed, I heard Sero groan. He turned, his eyes heavy with sleep and even heavier with confusion. He reached up, his fingers tracing…two jaguar ears. And yep, there it was, another tail. Jaguar.

"What the hell?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and panic.

We both let out a scream that would have shattered glass. This wasn't just about finding ourselves entangled in bed. This was downright insane. Ears and tails? What in God's name had happened?

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. We were naked, entangled, and now, we were practically zoo exhibits. It was one thing to drunkenly hook up; it was another to wake up as a feline hybrid. We'd been seeing other people, for God's sake. Well, had been. It wasn't like we didn't have baggage. Just days ago, we'd both discovered our significant others in bed together. The pain had been raw, the betrayal a knife to the gut. I'd stormed out, tears streaming down my face, and Sero, bless his heart, had chased after me. We'd found some twisted kind of comfort in each other's heartbreak, in our shared misery. And when we were both so broken, somehow, we found ourselves here. I'd thrown this party to forget, to bury the pain under a mountain of noise and alcohol. But now? This morning was like a cosmic joke.

"This is...this is too much," I stuttered, my voice trembling. The exposed skin, the awkward intimacy, the sheer absurdity of the situation—it was all too overwhelming.

Sero, however, seemed to be having a different reaction. His eyes, a molten pool of dark chocolate, were fixed on me. He scanned from my ears to my tail, a slow, deliberate appraisal that sent shivers down my spine. There was a strange intensity there, a spark that went beyond simple attraction. This was something primal, something raw.

I felt both exposed and oddly empowered. The leopard in me seemed to be enjoying the attention, even if my rational self was near panic.

He pushed himself up, his body lean and toned, a reminder of the late-night workouts he always did. He moved with a deliberate grace toward me, corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement. My back hit the wall, and the cool plaster sent a shiver down my spine.

He pinned me there, his hands on either side of my head. "You look… incredible," he said his voice a soft rumble. "Those ears… they suit you."

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "Sero..."

His eyes flickered down to my lips. "Mina," he said, his voice husky. "Do you want me to kiss you? If you don't, Mina, say something."

I didn't say anything. I didn't hesitate. I could feel it now, the pull, the irresistible connection that had been building for so long. The kiss was nothing like the drunken, sloppy ones from the previous night. It was slow, deliberate, and charged with an intensity that made my head spin.

I felt a dizzying sense of rightness, of belonging. Of freedom. Our lips crashed together, a perfect fit of want and desire. The kiss was hungry, urgent, and more intimate than anything I'd ever experienced. My body responded with a fervor I didn't even know I possessed. I moaned into his mouth, the sound raw and uninhibited.

Then, everything became clearer. Our hangovers faded away, replaced by a burning desire for each other. We could ignore the bizarre new appendages on our bodies, at least for the moment. They became a source of fascination. We were animals, after all, and there was something about that that made our primal urges run wild. Our sex drive had been amplified to a whole new level.

He kissed his way down my neck, leaving a trail of hot, red hickies in his wake. I arched my back, moaning his name, my hands digging into his back. Every touch, every caress ignited a fire within me, a feeling of being wanted, needed. I'd never felt anything like this.

We forgot about the chaos, the ears and tails, the hangover. We focused on each other, on the intense connection that had always been there, simmering beneath the surface. All those times we had brushed shoulders, feeling that magnetic pull. This time, we were finally giving into it. Finally, we were being honest with ourselves, with each other.

That night, we made love. No alcohol, no distractions. Just us. It was a culmination of unspoken feelings, a release of pent-up desire, and a testament to the raw, beautiful connection we shared. I felt an intimacy that went far beyond the physical, a meeting of souls that transcended the absurd circumstances of our morning.

Laying in his arms later that night, the world felt different. The leopard ears twitched on my head, the jaguar tail brushed against my leg. But it didn't feel wrong anymore. In the quiet aftermath of our passion, I felt something profound. Something genuine. Something that had always been there, waiting for the perfect, bizarre storm to bring it to light. We had crashed and burned, been broken, and then we were found, lost in each others arms. And if being a leopard meant that I got to have this, then I did not mind being an animal, not one bit.