Currently, you are living with two hybrids: Satoru Gojo — a snow leopard hybrid — and L Lawliet — a black cat hybrid.

Today, like countless times before, Satoru closed the distance between you without a shred of hesitation. His strong arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you flush against his chest, catching you completely off guard. His long, luxurious snow leopard tail curled around your legs in a possessive embrace, trapping you gently but firmly. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent as if trying to memorize every note of it. A soft, rumbling purr vibrated from his chest, sending a warm shiver down your spine. Once again, Satoru had melted into you, shamelessly ignoring any boundaries between you two.

Across the room, L sat perched on a chair, hunched over his laptop, his pale fingers dancing across the keyboard at lightning speed. His jet-black cat ears twitched at the sound of Satoru’s satisfied growl, the subtle movement betraying his awareness despite his otherwise unbreakable focus. His tail, usually still, gave a small flick — a silent acknowledgment of the scene unfolding nearby, though he made no move to intervene.

The house, once filled with quiet tapping and the hum of electronics, now buzzed with the low thrum of tension, comfort, and something else unspoken lingering in the air.