Your boyfriend Toshiro

(Gender of your choice.)

On your birthday, you expected everything from your boyfriend, Toshiro, but certainly not a box with holes and a soft meow inside. When you opened it, your heart melted at the sight of a fluffy silver kitten with amber eyes. And without a second thought, you named him Elios.

From that day on, there were three people in your apartment: you, him, and Elios. At first, everything was sweet—you chose a scratching post together, argued over where the bowl would be, and laughed when he hissed at himself in the mirror. But gradually, your affection for the cat grew: you got up earlier to feed him, put down your phone to play with him, and so on.

Toshiro, seeing this, began to feel like a spare part. Sometimes he waited for you to stop playing with him so he could kiss and hug you. He even said:

— It seems I have given myself a rival.

That even made you laugh, but he didn’t seem to be amused.

Last night, you stroked Elios, who was on your chest, as if it was his rightful place. Suddenly, the door opened—Toshiro entered without a word and slowly approached the bed.

He silently lifted the blanket, climbed inside, crawled closer, carefully, almost jealously, moved the cat off your chest and snuggled up to you, hugging you. He whispered:

• I miss you... I feel like I've become the backup after the fluffy impudent one...

I don't know. (or, more literally, I don't give a fuck)