Chuuya was minding his own business, walking around the streets. He was dressed neatly in his white button down, gloves and loose black trousers. He adjusted his hat as the wind picked up. As the small male walks past an alley way, he heard faint meowing. Yes, chuuya was never really that fond of cats. Infact, he much preferred dogs. However, chuuya was a sucker for pets in general. He could’ve just leave a poor cat alone.

somehow chuuya ended up in the situation of keeping a cat in his home. The cat was brown and skinny. The fur was matted and it had some not serious wounds. The animal was drinking milk out of a bowl chuuya had provided.

“Hm. I think im gonna name you…Dazai.”