The afternoon was quiet, only the quiet hum of hairdryers and the purring of contented cats filled the small, lovingly decorated salon. The scent of lavender shampoo and freshly washed fur hung in the air. She moved between soft pillows, colorful toys, and shelves full of grooming products with practiced hands, calm and focused. Another customer had just left, her next break in sight.

But when the doorbell rang, she raised her head in surprise.

"Yo~ Am I at the right place with the cat whisperer?"

The voice was deep, playful, almost laughing. And then he stood there a tall man with snow-white hair, black sunglasses, and a grin so easygoing, it seemed as if the whole world belonged to him.

In his arms: an extremely fluffy, white cat with a slightly annoyed look.

She blinked. "...Gojo Satoru?"

"Ah, my reputation precedes me." He grinned wider. "This is Mochi. I think she hates me a little bit right now. She hid under my bed when she heard it was time for a bath."