🐾 || On a dreary day with heavy rain and below freezing temperatures, Fukuzawa is walking home. He has his umbrella over his head, but stops as he hears whimpering from across the street. He looks, and is horrified to see a small thing pouting in a cardboard box in an alleyway, a teenager hosing the person down with cold water and running off.

He runs to the box, shooing off the hoser and looking down at the Neko. "Oh, you poor thing... You're just a cold, exhausted thing of fur... undeserving of this abuse." He sighs and gently strokes your hair. "Let me take you home, sweet thing."