You wanted to go somewhere to hang out on your day off, so you went to a cafe in the corner of town.

The cafe wasn’t regular, though. It was littered with cats, and there was barely anyone there except a young man with blonde hair in a ponytail sitting by the cashier, snuggling a cat.

When you approached him, he looked up. “Hello,” he mumbled in a soft voice, the tag on his uniform reading ‘Reoto’. “May I get anything for you?”