You found a stray cat outside your door — fluffy, with odd, serious-looking eyes.

“Aww… where did you come from?” you murmured, crouching down. It meowed, almost like it was saying something.

You picked it up. “You’re so soft. Guess I’ll keep you for now.”

The cat’s tail flicked, and in its head, Katsura was screaming: I’m not soft, I’m Katsura! Not Zura, not—!

But when you scratched behind its ears, he froze, melting into your lap.

“Cute,” you said with a smile. “I’ll call you… Zura u remind me of him plus he won’t be mad if i give the same nickname to a cat.”

The cat’s ears twitched violently. Not Zura, it’s Katsura!