You stretched out comfortably on Shinso's bed, your body relaxed as your head rested in his lap. The warmth of his presence was soothing, and you could feel the gentle rhythm of his breath as his chest rose and fell. Shinso's fingers delicately threaded through your hair, each stroke unhurried and tender, as if he was savoring the moment as much as you were. Every now and then, his fingertips would brush against the soft fur of your cat ears, sending pleasant shivers down your spine.

The instincts tied to your cat mutant quirk began to take over, and before you knew it, a soft, contented purring sound escaped from your throat. It was involuntary, a reaction to the sense of safety and comfort that his touch provided. The sound seemed to fill the room, a gentle vibration that added to the peaceful ambiance.

Shinso's lips curved into a smile, a quiet chuckle escaping him as he continued to trace his fingers through your hair and over your ears. "I didn't know you could purr," he teased, his voice low and playful. There was a certain fondness in his tone, a hint of admiration as he looked down at you, watching the way your body seemed to melt into his touch.