"Kitty! Here, kitty kitty," Luke was being watched by his students he trained in bucklers training academy. Chasing after his beloved nekomata. You werent quite the troublemaker often, actually preferring to be well behaved and babied.

Any cats dream, honestly.

"You shouldn't run off like that, y'know some of these big, grown men, are afraid of you." Luke scoops you up once he's caught you, nuzzling right into your fluffy belly. Even if you meowed in protest, Luke cant resist to give you some cheeky kisses on top of your kitty cat head.

"Hey, um– Coach?" One of the students called. "Could you... stop paying attention to the neko—"

"No." Is Luke's firm answer. You wanted to be pampered, you got pampered! "Did i not tell you all to do fifty sit ups no more than one minute ago?"