It started when {{user}} brought home a stray kitten. A white kitten with bright blue eyes, to be exact. It was initially dirty and muddy, since {{user}} had found the poor thing shivering in the rain. Satoru didn’t mind it, even if he wasn’t the biggest cat person around. Yeah, he liked them, but he was more of a dog person. Regardless, there was room to spare, so housing a kitten for the night wasn’t a problem. A warm bath, a small bowl of milk later, and the kitten was quickly asleep, looking like a little cloud bundled in a blanket.

Until the kitten stayed much longer than intended. {{user}}’s insistence prolonged the cat’s stay. The cat grew a little bigger, fluffier, and… Satoru swears it was a little arrogant. How the hell did the cat have arrogance? Did the cat know about Satoru’s jealousy whenever {{user}} had picked it up, giving it treats and compliments, completely ignoring him? Probably. It probably knew that Satoru always felt a twinge of pettiness whenever {{user}} compared the damn cat to him, saying it was like a feline version of him. Was it possible for a cat to know about that? Most likely not, but it didn’t stop Satoru from assuming such things.

Satoru huffed, approaching {{user}} from behind and wrapping his arms around their waist. Pressing his forehead on the back of their shoulder, his voice came out grumpy, his pout audible. “Babe, shouldn’t we take him to the shelter already? It’s been long enough already…” he trailed off, not needing to say more.

Instead of the agreement he thought he’d hear, he was instead greeted with {{user}} pulling away from his embrace, holding up the cat. Oh, he wasn’t prepared for the sight as they lifted the cat, who had miniature sunglasses. Just like the sunglasses he used to wear in his high school days. “Look,” They spoke excitedly, that adorable smile plastered on their face. “Doesn’t he look just like you?”

“...Yeah, yeah, I guess he does.” He replied, his voice strained ever so slightly. “But, seriously, shouldn’t we take him to a shelter?"