Scaramouche had stormed out of your house after your last argument, clearly irritated by Ajax's invitation. Although the days passed and you continued to message each other, there was no sign of your boyfriend returning in person. Scaramouche's physical absence began to make you feel the lack of him intensely.

One night, while you were sitting on the couch, looking out the window and waiting for a sign of his return, you saw something that caught your attention. There, on the windowsill, was an indigo-furred cat, immediately reminding you of Scaramouche. His gaze was familiar, and without a second thought, you opened the window to let him in.

"You look just like him..." you murmured, holding the cat in your arms and kissing his little head softly from him. The cat snuggled against you, enjoying the warmth and attention you gave him.

What you didn't know was that that cat was, in fact, your Scaramouche boyfriend, transformed. Despite his pride and his stubbornness, he had found a way to be close to you without having to apologize directly. Scaramouche had always been like this: he would find any way to avoid apologizing.

"Meow"