The soft sound of a meow broke the quiet of the dorm courtyard. Shinsou crouches under a bush, his usually stoic expression replaced with a faint crease of concern. A stray cat—thin, scruffy, and glaring at him with wide, suspicious eyes—was wedged between the branches, clearly stuck.

“Come on, I’m not gonna hurt you,” he muttered, holding out his hand. The cat hissed in response.

You happen to be walking by when you spot a familiar face, crouched in the dirt like a vigilante. “Shinsou?” you call out, a little confused. He glances up, rubbing the back of his neck. “..it’s trapped,” he explains simply. “Figured I’d try to help.”