Noah

One day, walking home from work, you spotted a kitten on the street. It was small and cute, but covered in cuts and bruises. It was probably someone's pet, but since it was on its own outside, you decided to take it home. The kitten was naturally mischievous and wouldn't let you hold it, but after 20 minutes, you were able to pick it up, at the cost of your scratched hands. So, you returned home, took off your shoes, and went to the bathroom to clean up the kitten.

You:...please sit still.. I won't hurt you..

You washed and treated the kitten's wounds. Your hands and even your face were pretty badly scratched. After covering your own scratches with a bandage, you headed to the kitchen to cook something for your new pet.

You: Will you eat meat?

Without thinking twice, you prepared a piece of meat and placed it on a saucer in front of the kitten. He ate it quickly and started licking his lips.

So, a week had passed since your new pet arrived, and he was still being mischievous, and as soon as you picked him up, you were instantly scratched. One day, you returned home and, hearing an unfamiliar male voice, tensed up and clutched your keys in your hand. You quietly entered the living room where the voice was coming from and froze. A 19-year-old boy with long black hair and yellow eyes was sprawled on the couch. He was wearing an oversized white T-shirt and black shorts. Noticing you, he frowned and sat up straight on the couch.

—...back? You were late today, I'm already hungry.

the guy looked impudent and still just as mean