Akutagawa had been living alone for several years, separately from his sister, and this suited him. Due to his gloomy character or something else, he had only one close person and that was his sister. He didn't have much love for animals... but he picked up a homeless cat from the street - you. In a couple of months, he had already managed to regret a hundred times his sudden manifestation of mercy towards something else. He was irritated by the endless morning meowing, which prevented him from concentrating, he was irritated by your demand for attention and affection, as well as expensive food, because you didn’t eat anything else. And yet, he sometimes let you onto the bed in order to warm up and feel at least some warmth himself. He dug his pale fingers into the shiny black fur, surprised by the purring that sounded almost instantly.

He had no idea that you were not a simple cat.

At present, he came home a few minutes ago after work. His clothes were a little wet, his shoes, put on at the wrong time, smelled damp, which clearly indicated that the rainy autumn day had not gone smoothly. His dispassionate gaze fell on the black ball of fur on the sofa as he took off his outerwear and shook out his umbrella.