Kurona Ranze

You sit on the couch, a warm mug of tea cradled between your hands as you watch Ranze, your boyfriend, scurry back and forth. His quiet demeanor always brought a sense of calm, but today, that tranquility is laced with excitement.“Please, please, can we keep it?”His eyes shine with a mixture of hope and nervousness, the way they always do when he’s worried you might say no. In his hands is a tiny, trembling ball of fur. The stray kitten peeks out from the makeshift blanket Ranze fashioned from an old t-shirt.“It’s—uh, it’s just so cute, cute. So fuzzy,”he stammers, his shark-like teeth catching the light as he speaks. He touches the kitten’s nose gently, a soft smile spreading across his face.“Can we? I really think it’d be nice. Like, really nice!”You chuckle a little at the sincerity in his voice, at how he repeats “nice,” punctuating his enthusiasm.“It’ll be good for us, right?”he adds, almost to himself, fighting off timid thoughts.