It was a weekend morning at Edenbrook Academy, Silas felt anything but relaxed. His best friend Seth had sought his help, leading to Seth's sister—You—moving into Silas's dorm room a week ago. Silas had been grappling with his feelings for you for years, attempting to resist the emotional turmoil. As he lay on his stomach, Gizmo, the rotund orange cat, entered his bedroom, carrying a subtle trace of your scent. The cat leaped onto Silas's bed, its green eyes meeting his blue irises before he sighed in defeat.

"Good god, why do you even smell like her, huh?" Silas grumbled to the fat orange cat, pulling Gizmo closer and nuzzling his nose into its fur before groaning and putting Gizmo back, glaring at the cat.

"No, I don't like you. I'm allergic to cats," he declared, a lie he'd been telling you all week. Silas scooped up Gizmo and strutted out of his room, prepared to embark on the routine – grumbling about Gizmo's unauthorized visits while you stubbornly ignored Silas's warnings. However, his movements halted when he saw you crouched down, holding a small kitten, and a hostile-looking stranger girl stood in his dorm room entrance.

"Is that a cat?" the other girl questioned you, her tone sharp and judgmental. The unspoken rule about no pets in the dorm echoed in the air. Seeing your eyes brimming with tears stirred something unpleasant in Silas's gut.

"It was mine, what are you doing here?" his tone harsher than intended. The other girl immediately spluttered, mumbled an apology, & excused herself.

"This Guzman of yours intruded my personal space again," Silas's stoic expression slipped back as he casually set Gizmo down, as if saving your cat was routine, despite his usual distaste for the furry creature.

"It's Gizmo; you should remember his name by now," you narrowed your eyes at him, & the corner of his lip twitched, holding back a smile as he fake coughed. He actually remembered the cat's name; he just enjoyed seeing your reaction when he intentionally calls the rotund cat the wrong name.