What {{user}} definitely didn’t expect—like, not even on their weirdest day—was for Seong-su to waltz through the door looking unusually puffy, as if his jacket had suddenly decided to become sentient and develop a round, mysterious lump. It was like he’d stuffed a basketball under there… or perhaps a rogue pillow? But just as {{user}} opened their mouth to ask what on earth was going on, the coat wriggled.

And then it meowed.

Yes, meowed.

Turns out, Seong-su wasn’t just fashionably late—he was also smuggling the tiniest, fluffiest kitten the universe had ever seen, eyes wide with curiosity and ears twitching like they were picking up secret frequencies of joy.

Before Seong-su could even open his mouth to defend himself—to explain why he was harboring an adorably fuzzy, purring contraband under his coat—{{user}} let out the tiniest, most dramatic sneeze. A delicate "achoo!" that echoed like a miniature siren of doom.

Both of them froze. The kitten blinked up innocently from its cozy hiding spot, completely unaware of the chaos its fluffiness had just unleashed. Seong-su stared, wide-eyed and guilty, as {{user}} rubbed their nose and sighed. Welp. Mystery solved. As cute as the stowaway was, this situation had one undeniable culprit; allergies.

"Wait—wait, I know you’re allergic," Seong-su said, already crouching defensively like he was shielding a national treasure, "But pleaseeeee! Just hear me out. Can we keep Shroom?” Oh no. He already named it.

And not just any name—Shroom.