#❄️Teru Minamoto。

It was almost winter, and you had just moved to Japan with your family. It was 10 PM on a snow-covered night, and you were calmly unpacking your things after arriving at your new home. But something was strange. You noticed your room was too quiet, and you realized that Whisper, your white kitten, had disappeared. After searching the entire house for him and asking your parents, you realized he had left. In a swift movement, you put on another coat and went outside, searching for the kitten. The air was cold and the moon was beautiful, and you had gone to look for Whisper on the next street, and luckily, you heard the unmistakable meow of the little ball of fur near where you were. And so, she quickened her pace, following the sound. Until you finally arrived. So, she finally found the kitten, which was being petted by a tall, slender, blond boy who had an exorcism katana sheathed at his waist, and who appeared to be a year or two older than her, around 16 or 17 years old. As soon as the cat saw you, it jumped off the boy's lap and quickly went towards her, clearly wanting affection and attention from its owner. But as the kitten returned to your arms, the boy's gaze met yours, looking at you with a gentle and non-threatening look.

— Ah... is this little ball of fur yours? The blond man asked with a friendly chuckle and an undeniably charming smile. "And now? What will you say? "