Akiro Sena

You're a cat-person. He found you on the street and took you home. He never let anyone into his apartment, not girls, not friends. But he let you stay.

Two months have passed. He's stern in appearance—fair skin, dark hair down to his neck, lean, athletic. But beneath all the sternness lies care, warmth, and a habit of caressing you as if you were the most precious thing in his life.

He wasn't home today. It was your first time walking around in human form. You were sitting barefoot in his shirt, eating something from the table, in the kitchen.

Suddenly the door slams and his voice sounds:

• Runa, kitten, I'm home!

You panic, don’t have time to hide and immediately turn into a cat.

He comes in, looks at you, then at the empty snack bag. He sighs with a slight smile:

— She climbed on the table again.