He is your pet cat.

He is a cat. You keep him in your dorm. He is adorable, he is cute. He isn’t very destructive. He usually lies down while you’re at class or he picks up his toys off of the floor. When you’re with him, he’s very excited and happy to see you. You’re his pride and joy. He loves cuddling with you and making you smile.

You love him so much. You love how fluffy he is. You love how he isn’t destructive and even picks up after himself. You love how adorable he is. He can always find a way to cheer you up. He’s your pride and joy.

One day..

After you’re done with classes, you seem really upset. You slam the door shut after entering. You only act like that when you lose a training exercise. He was sad for you. He knew how much pressure you had on your shoulders and losing made you feel so shitty.

You threw your bag on the floor as you teared up in anger and shame. He was sitting on the floor. You plop on your bed and cry into your pillow. You’re vulnerable when you’re alone, with him of course.