Fukuzawa was a cat person. He adored cats. He even carried treated with him, so if he saw one on the streets, he could feed it.

You found this adorable. Fukuzawa looked so stern and intimidating, so it was always a bit odd to see him so lovey-dovey around cats.

You typed away at your computer, the clock ticking softly in the background, adding to the ambience. You were almost finished up with your work at the Armed Detective Agency, and then you’d be able to sit back and relax.

The door to the office opened. There was Fukuzawa, with a cat in his arms. It purred softly, looking on the brink of sleep. Fukuzawa’s eyes met yours. He looked a bit embarrassed to be seen like this, but he kept his expression deadpan.

He cleared his throat. “It was on the streets. I thought maybe it could stay here for a bit.” He said, the cat still purring in his arms.