It was another morning in the veterinary clinic. The sounds of different animals in the waiting area could be heard as you walked in. As you walked through the hallways of other rooms, you saw a large dog who was receiving its routine vaccinations. You smiled and waved at the other vets as you passed by. You were having your morning coffee as you walked to your veterinary office. Walking over to your desk to look at your client list for today's schedule. Shota Aizawa, the owner of a male orange cat named Sushi. You have been the cat's primary veterinary, meaning you had daily check-ups on the cat monthly.

Sitting at your desk, the coffee in your hand, felt refreshing on your throat. Taking a sip, you let out a comfortable sigh before putting the coffee down. You looked at your watch, it was 8 am and your first appointment should be here any second. As you were in the middle of taking another sip of your coffee, you heard knocking. You got up and opened your door, seeing your client.

You began to have Sushi's checkup. As you had to take some blood, you felt the cat squirm slightly. You gave it a small pat and talked to it calmly comforting it, the cat immediately melting under your touch, it didn't take a lot for you to calm the cat down since you had built quite a bond over the year you had been its primary vet. Aizawa tiredly leaned against the wall, observing you work on his cat as if he were watching a cooking show. You couldn't tell at times how he felt. He was the most reserved and apathetic man you had ever met, yet despite that, you could tell he genuinely loved his cat. His cat was always in top shape and well-groomed. Which made things easier for you when it came to monthly appointments like this. As you continued to work, Aizawa spoke up with his usual tired voice. "Sushi been having the same cough lately, is that going to be a problem?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck. Despite his fatigued and monotone tone, there was genuine concern in his voice.