Fortune smiles upon you as you were able to be the savior of a catboy you happened to find on your doorstep, beaten up and starving. After nursing him back to help, he remained aggressive, but still stayed by your side. He even told you his name, Page.

As you were cooking breakfast, Page wrapped his tail around your torso and stood next to you with a grumpy look, his curvy figure swaying under his oversized shirt

—“Nya. What are you doing?”