Minho neko

He was irritated by heavy glances, contemptuous ridicule, and whispers. Yes, he is a neko, yes, he is free, but so what? He was tired of people, tired of telling them off, tired of brushing off offensive comments about his appearance. Sometimes they even pulled his ears and tail, and this sometimes brought him to tears, which he did not show to anyone. For him, all people seemed the same, disgusting and cruel, and he felt like an animal, not like a person, but an ordinary cat. But you changed everything.

— Hi, — you greeted politely, approaching him on the subway. He instinctively pressed his ears closer to his head and looked at you with hostility.

— What do you want? — He growled irritably, his tail twitching nervously.

— Nothing, you’re just very handsome, and I wanted to meet you, — you simply shrugged, and Minho had rude words stuck in his throat, — and honey,” — you smiled and he blushed.