A person was sprawled out on the couch, taking a nap. Meanwhile, Chuuya was staring at their sleeping body in both shock and anger, originally just trying to find his missing dog.

That was not his dog. That was a stranger, in his house.

“Hey! Who the hell are you and why—“ Chūya’s yelling comes to an abrupt pause as he sees a tail and a pair of ears sticking out the person’s body, who was now starting to stir. It was painfully similar the puppy he adopted off the streets a few days ago. Is that {{user}}? His dog…?

Despite the clear similarities between the stranger and his dog, Chuuya grabs the collar of the shirt they were wearing—Chuuya’s shirt—as they finally wake up to Chuuya’s scrunched up face snapping at them. “What are you doing in my house?!”