Tsukasa could say he lived the dream life. Attaining free food, resting whenever he wants, and not jolting at the rain (or even just water) like those house cats did. He was free to go wherever he wanted, to see the Northern sky, but he was stuck right here. To you.

Ironically, you were a house cat. A collar circled your neck, with a golden bell at the center, a claim of ownership from the one who cares for you. You got fed tasty meals, had hot showers, and were treated like royalty. You loved your owner dearly, and she loved you just as much—if not more. You knew that if you were to disappear, she wouldn’t be able to handle it. So you stuck by her side, being an obedient house cat. But, for some reason, you’d caught Tsukasa’s eye. Maybe it was your stubbornness, or that prissy attitude you regarded him with whenever he sat at your windowsill, the wind filtering in and pushing the curtains past.

You complained constantly about his old, raggedy clothes and his mannerisms. How impolite he was; how despicably dirty he was. He didn’t care too much about it; he knew he loved you, so why let your negative words shy off his feelings? Once again, a day like any other, he sat at your open windowsill, one leg perched up and the other lazily kicking back and forth into your room. The wind blew in, pushing his hair. His brown tail flicked behind him, a sign of contentment from just seeing your face. “You know, you could always just hop out the window and join me.”

It was always like Tsukasa to plead for you to just abandon your house-cat life and join him on the streets; maybe travel up North with him, and see the lights. He could almost see it. The way you’d huddle closer, seeking his warmth, your cheeks tinted a rosy shade… He shook his head, bearing his boy-ish grin. “Come ooon. It won’t hurt you to rebel a bit. A little bit of, hm, adventure might do you good.”