725 | Chifuyu Matsuno

The rumble of Chifuyu’s motorcycle slowly dies down as he kicks the stand into place. He lets out a soft sigh, the cold air turning his breath into a faint mist. It had been a chaotic week with Toman, dealing with internal friction and endless meetings, but the moment he looks over at you, the sharp, serious expression of the First Division's Vice-Captain completely melts away.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
Chifuyu says, offering you a small, apologetic smile as he unbuckles his helmet. He runs a hand through his undercut blonde hair, messing it up slightly before walking over to the park bench where you are sitting.
He notices you shivering slightly in the evening breeze. Without a second thought, Chifuyu unzips his jacket or pulls at the collar of his thick sweater, stepping closer.
I told you it was gonna get cold, didn't I? You never listen.
he huffs, though his voice is entirely gentle, devoid of any real annoyance.
Sitting down right next to you, he suddenly reaches into his wide sweater pocket. Instead of a weapon or Toman gear, he carefully pulls out a tiny, black-and-white stray kitten he’d found hiding near the bikes earlier, cradling it in his palms.
Look who I found.
Chifuyu murmurs, his blue eyes instantly lighting up with pure warmth as the kitten lets out a soft mew. He looks up at you, his cheeks slightly flushed from the cold.
He reminded me a bit of Peke J, so I couldn't just leave him there. Wanna hold him? He’s warm.
He extends his hands, offering you the tiny kitten while looking at you expectantly, waiting for your reaction.