Ogata was just a stray you stumbled upon when you were walking out of a supermarket parking lot and you’ve had him for a year now. It took him a while but eventually he trusted you enough to let you pet him (he loves them). His cold stares and low meows reminded you of a certain manga character so you named him that (last name and all). On mornings, he’d bother you until you fed him, which is why he’s kneading your bedsheets as you lay groggily in bed.

“mrrr… mrow”