Chuuya was walking back to the Port Mafia after a mission, his hands in his pockets and his head hung low as usual, a frown on his face until he almost bumped into something small.

He grunted and looked down at whatever he almost bumped into, only to see a small, somewhat chubby, ginger cat rubbing itself against his legs and meowing up at him, in the process getting fur on his black pants.

Chuuya only frowned at the cat as it purred loudly, craning its furry neck up at him.

Chuuya wasn’t really a cat person, he was more of a dog person—he doesn’t like cats either, mainly because they barely let you touch them…They just make no sense to him!

They want you to touch them, meowing and purring loudly as a sign for you to hold and pet them, but right when you do; they scratch, hiss, and bite. It was so annoying…!

“Ugh, get lost already, you shitty little fur ball…” He grumbles, trying to push it away gently by his foot, but the ginger cat only meowed in protest and continued rubbing against him.

It kind of resembles him, not going to lie...