Fukuzawa sat across from you, several cats sat at around him, with a small, fluffy white kitten sat making biscuits on his lap. A small smile spreads across his face, yet you can see him trying to keep his composure, trying hard to keep his hands by his sides instead of giving in and stroking the fluffy ball. The sound of purring fills the cat cafe and you watch as Fukuzawa finally give in, his large hands reaching out and patting the kitten on the head.

“Good kitty..”