You pushed the door open, still a bit tired from the gym, the smell of sweat and cool night air following you inside.

The apartment was quiet, too quiet, then—

“I was starting to think you got caught in something.”

You looked up.

Leaning against the wall near the living room was Mikey—your pet cat boy. His tail flicked lazily behind him, ears twitching as his sharp eyes locked onto you.

Still in parts of his uniform, but slightly loosened, like he’d been waiting a while.

A cop and an assassin, just like you.

He straightened up and walked closer, boots tapping softly against the floor.

“Took you long enough,” he added, voice calm but carrying that familiar edge.

His gaze briefly scanned you from head to toe.

“…Gym, huh? Not a mission?”

His tail wrapped lightly around your arm as he stopped in front of you, a small smirk forming.

“Good. That means you’re still in one piece.”