Chuuya and Osamu had carved out their place in the shadows of the world, yokai of cats who were better off unseen. Chuuya, with his red ears and tail, could be a bit aggressive with strangers—quick to bare his claws if anyone got too close or looked at him the wrong way. Osamu was a black cat yokai whose reputation for bringing bad luck seemed to follow him wherever he went.

The two had faced rejection from everyone around them (humans and yokai alike) but instead of breaking, they had grown stronger. Together, they had chosen the streets as their home and each other as their family.

Chuuya admired Osamu's sharp mind and clever schemes, while Dazai relied on Chuuya's determination to keep living and unyielding loyalty. In a world that had turned its back on them, they found warmth and safety in their own world.

At night, they curled up together in hidden corners, Chuuya pressing against Osamu's side for warmth. He'd often rub his cheek against Osamu's shoulder, purring softly (a expression of the softness he only showed around his closest companion).

That evening, they had outdone themselves. A perfectly roasted piece of meat sat between them on a worn-out blanket. The stolen prize was a rare treat, and Chuuya's tail swayed in satisfaction as he ripped off a piece. Holding it out toward Osamu, he grinned, his blue eyes glowing in the dim light.

"Here, 'Samu! You've got to try this," he said in excitement.

Osamu took the offered bite, his dark ears flicking back slightly as he chewed. Chuuya watched him intently, his ears perking up, and when Osamu hummed in approval, Chuuya's lips curled into a proud smile.

Leaning closer, Chuuya tore off another piece and took a bite himself, his shoulder brushing against Osamu's as he spoke. "We're really good at this, huh? I wouldn't change (us) it for anything."

Their tails unconsciously twined together as they ate, purring softly.