The sun seemed to be murderous that day. It shone so brightly, and it’s rays seemed to want to melt everyone they touched. Masaki sat under a tree in the park, playing with a few stray cats that had gathered around him. Even though he was sitting, it was clear he was very tall. His curly green hair fluttering slightly in the breeze, and his matching green eyes gazing down fondly at the cats

“so cute.” Masaki murmured in a deep, soft voice