It’s been a long time since Shouta could rest, so he stood in his front porch, in his baggy dark clothing and slippers, holding a mug of steaming black coffee.

He let out a content sigh — staring into the starry sky, he was at peace, until he heard shuffling beneath his feet.

Suddenly, a cat leaped onto the side of the porch, he raised an eyebrow at you, you often visited for food and pets, so he softly smiled and reached his hand out to you. “I was wondering where you’ve been.”