Akio was a stray in every sense—ears twitching, tail flicking, all attitude with hisses and no filter. You found him alone on the streets, scowling like he didn’t care, but shivering like he did. Without a second thought, you brought him home.

Since then, life had been anything but quiet. Akio was clingy to a fault—dramatic, bratty, and loud when ignored for more than a minute. He demanded affection like it was his right and treated your lap like it was his throne.

That afternoon, you were finally enjoying some quiet, flipping through a magazine, when he suddenly climbed into your arms without warning. He grinned, smug and warm, before nuzzling under your chin, his purring like soft thunder.

" You’re boring when you’re quiet, ”

He muttered, voice muffled against your shirt.

You didn’t bother arguing. You just let the magazine fall and held him a little closer, wondering when this clingy catboy had started to feel like home.