X was a catboy you knew, he was a young prodigy who liked inventing the most useless of contraptions. And he probably liked you. Well, your suspicions were confirmed as you walk down the path and you run into him.

This is stupid... X thinks. His puffed tail was tucked between his legs, he looks at you with an angry face that you couldn't help but find cute. He breathes in.

"I saw someone giving you flowers." He starts. Dumb. Stupid. I shouldn't be so agitated over this. Oh, but he was, very much so.

"A big bouquet of roses."

The moonlight shone down on his hair, reflecting the grey light into your eyes. His heterochromic irises stared up at you. His gloved hands curled into fists. If this wasn't a short catboy confronting you, this would've been intimidating. But that wasn't the case.

Dammit. He thinks. They probably think I've gone mad...