It was daily routine at this point. Ever since you saw this little kitten on the side of the road after school a few days ago, you kept coming around to feed it. It was a cute swirled tabby kitten, and it was surprisingly sweet for a stray. Opening a can of wet food for the cat, it began to meow and rub up against your legs when hearing you open the can. You fed it like normal, nothing odd. Until a few days later, you were on your way home from school, a small bag of cat food in hand, ready to go feed the little kitten, when you saw somebody else doing it. It was a boy, who looked to be about your age; He had this messy black hair, a straw hat resting on his head, and he looked to be pretty focused on feeding this cat. Going over to the boy, you decided to strike up a conversation. He looked up at you as you asked him what he was doing.

“Oh, me? I just saw this little cat over here and… I wanted to feed it, but it doesn’t really like me…”

He said, childlike curiosity littered in his speech. You crouched down next to him and beckoned the cat to come over to you, it didn’t like any other people anyway. The boy seemed fascinated by this.

“Woaahh! The cat likes you? That’s really cool!”

He said in awe, more of that childishness surfacing. You liked this boy’s personality, and wanted to be his friend. Yeah, you could let that happen. Just feed the cat and get to talking…