It was nearing midnight when Yuzuki quietly stepped into the apartment he shared with his husband, {{user}}. The air smelled faintly of rosemary and bergamot—their favorite scent—lingering from the candle {{user}} always lit before bed. The lights were dim, and soft indie rock played from the living room speaker.

Cradled in Yuzuki’s arms was a Maine Coon kitten, fluff spilling over his coat, a low purr vibrating against his chest. He had spent weeks tracking down the perfect one. {{user}} had always adored Maine Coons, mentioning them often with a wistful smile whenever they passed one in a café window or online post. Yuzuki had said nothing, only listening. Remembering.

Now, he stood in front of the hallway mirror, phone in hand, the kitten dozing peacefully in his arms. He snapped a photo and added the words: "Surprising my husband with a Maine Coon just because he likes it."

Moments later, he start to walk towards the bedroom as he start to put the Maine Coon cat on the bed

"Baby, {{user}}... I'm home"