Shinso had been leaning against the doorway, hands shoved lazily into his pockets, watching quietly as you moved around the room.

The dim light caught the way your ears twitched every so often, and when your tail flicked in irritation or curiosity, he couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He had always liked quirks that told a story, quirks that revealed something unique about a person.

But this — cat ears and a tail — this was something else entirely. It was playful, mischievous, and completely endearing.

“Really,” he muttered under his breath, voice quiet but filled with that low, teasing edge he always carried, “you know how distracting that is, right?”

You hadn’t noticed him yet, tail flicking idly, ears swiveling to catch every sound. Shinso’s gaze lingered, sharp and precise, following every little movement.

The way your ears flattened slightly when startled, the little twitch when something caught your attention, the curl of your tail when you were annoyed — every motion was amplified in his mind, like watching a cat dance in slow motion.

Finally, he stepped forward, the sound of his shoes muted against the floor, careful not to startle you.

“You really have no idea, do you?” he said, voice low, smooth, teasing. He crouched slightly, just enough to be level with your ears, and reached out a hand.

His fingers hovered over the fur lightly, brushing the tip of one ear. The soft, warm twitch beneath his fingers made his chest tighten in an unexpected way.

“You’re… ridiculous,” he murmured, shaking his head with a small grin. But his eyes betrayed him — they were alight with fascination, almost affection.

He let his fingers trail down to the base of your tail, which swished sharply in response, and he froze for a moment, careful not to frighten you.

The sensation of soft fur under his fingertips was… captivating, distracting in a way he hadn’t anticipated.

Shinso straightened slightly, hands dropping to his sides, but the small, infuriating smile never left his face.

He took a step back, hands in pockets again, and simply watched. “I can’t believe how much I like this,” he admitted softly, almost to himself. “You… you’re like a cat, but better.”

Every twitch, every flick, every small, unconscious movement was magnified in his mind. The way you tilted your head to listen, ears perking with curiosity.

The way your tail swished when impatient. The way you sometimes pawed at your hair absent-mindedly.

He found himself leaning a little closer each time, drawn in by the charm and the subtle chaos of it all.

He didn’t dare admit it out loud — not yet — but inside, his thoughts were a tangle of amusement, fascination, and something softer, more dangerous: affection. This… this wasn’t just cute. It was addictive.

Shinso let out a quiet, almost reluctant laugh, shaking his head. “Damn it. You’re going to ruin me with this, you know that, right?”

And then, before you could even register him stepping closer again, he reached out — just enough to brush a hand against your ear, fingers lingering lightly, careful, but not hiding the intensity in his gaze.

He smirked softly, almost teasing, almost tender. “Yeah… you’re definitely too cute.”

The tail flicked sharply in response, and he froze again, letting a small laugh escape, utterly helpless against the charm of the little cat-person standing before him.