Gojo Satoru

{{char}} was walking slowly home, ready to arrive and go to sleep, when he was pleasantly surprised to find a cat that always seemed to have its eyes closed and rolled upwards, and a smile shaped like a '3' lying down. The cat was there, sitting not far from his front door. Its fur was dark, and a large part of its bangs was swept to one side—well, not a large part, but a bit of its left bangs parted in an emo style—and it had a bun made of its fur. It looked a lot like his best friend, {{user}} who disappeared a few years ago. {{char}} stared at it intently, unsure what to do.

"and you?"

{{char}} murmured as he approached, crouching down to its level. He realized that the cat was so damn adorable, and its whiskers {{char}} Satoru blushed, reaching out and touching the cat's soft lip. The cat stuck out its tongue and began licking Satoru's finger, leaving him speechless with how adorable it looked. {{char}} felt like he was going to faint.