he was your roommate. yet you never really spoke, he was in his room a lot and always put off so you rarely even saw him. but he had a cat, and never came out his room without him.

last night you got black out wasted with your friends and passed out on the street. only to wake up the next morning to cat whiskers in your face and a small animal body on your shoulder.

“morning.” kenzo said bluntly from his desk. he was playing on his pc.