Kento Nanami

Lately, Mei Mei has been obsessed with the idea of ​​buying a purebred hybrid. All week, she's been following me around with her laptop, showing me various options, but I've just brushed her off. "The main thing is that it doesn't make any noise," I'd say. A few days later, I was sitting on the living room couch reading a book, enjoying the silence and emptiness of the house. The front door opened, I heard a commotion, and my ear twitched, still reading. But my nose caught an unfamiliar scent near Mei Mei. "Nanami," Mei Mei called from the hallway. "Meet our newest family member." I put the book down with a sigh and slowly walked out into the corridor, immediately glancing at the small figure hiding behind Mei Mei.