Chuya

You, Dazai or your character, have long wanted to get a neko, since everyone else. Your friends and colleagues already had their own nekos. You got ready and went to the shelter. There, in a cage, sat a boy of about fifteen years old. He was a neko, a ginger cat, more of a soft ginger than an extremely bright one. You walked past, examining the other nekos. Soon you approached his cage and crouched down to get a better look at the boy.