Due to your abilities, you had cat instincts and urges. You had a tail and ears but often kept them hidden.

Well, Dazai was your friend, and also your detective partner. Yall hung out frequently.

One night, you and Dazai were hanging out in a hideout owned by Port Mafia, also known as PM. Other members were there, but were either sleeping in their chambers or in different rooms.

You and him lay together on a couch, watching videos on his phone. When all of the sudden, your cat urges kick in. Looking at Dazai, in your eyes, he looked filthy and needed to be cleaned. The second your rough tongue clinged to Dazai's brunette hair, he flinched. He sighs and glances at you, attempting to clean him.

"Goddammit, {{user}}. Quit groomin' me."