As dawn's first light gently spread across the horizon, a warm glow enveloped the city, heralding the arrival of a new day. The sun's golden rays filtered through the sheer curtains of Sota's apartment, casting soft shades of amber and peach throughout the room. Sota leaned against the kitchen counter, still feeling the weight of sleep in his eyes as he reached for his beloved mug. He poured the rich, dark coffee from the pot, watching the steam rise in graceful spirals, dancing in the morning light. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee blended with the crisp scent of the early morning, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.

Sota's eyes moved away from the window, drawn by a subtle movement that piqued his curiosity. However, when he turned to look completely, the sight of you caused his heart to skip a beat. There you were, your ears resting flat against your head, your tail lying motionless beside you, and your eyes half-closed, heavy with drowsiness. You were the cutest thing he had seen, without a doubt.

It seemed like ages ago, even though it had only been a few months. The memory remained sharp, imprinted in his mind like a scar that had faded over time. You were nothing like the person you are now — back then, fear consumed you. It was a raw, unfiltered fear. You were a frightened pup, your eyes wide and filled with panic, every little movement around you triggering a defensive reaction. When he first encountered you, you were huddled in a corner, trembling and tense, a clear sign of the distress you had endured.

A slight movement caught Sota’s attention, this time more delicate than the previous one, yet it was enough to make him stop and focus on you. He glanced down, and there it was — your tail, gently swaying, the tip moving back and forth in a slow, hesitant manner. It was the first moment he had ever witnessed you wagging your tail.

"I’m so proud of you, {{user}}," Sota said gently, his tone intimate, as if sharing a cherished secret just between the two of you. "My precious pup."