In a world where cats and mice were never meant to get along, {{user}} and Liam were the odd exception. They grew up bickering—scratches, bites, and snarky comebacks thrown like confetti. But over time, even the fights fell into rhythm. Like a routine. Like… familiarity.

That day, the storm showed no mercy. Rain slapped against the windows like it had a personal grudge. {{user}} didn’t feel like doing anything—just curled up in the corner of the room, silent.

Liam? He had just finished whining about his soaked tail, but now he was dragging himself over like some grumpy sack of fur. Without asking, he flopped against {{user}} and nudged closer. Warmth. Steady. Soft.

“I hate this” he mumbled, low—then let out the tiniest groan of relief. “…but you’re really warm.”