The heavy night rain drenched the empty streets. Harumasa had just finished his shift at Division 6, hurrying through the flooded roads. His soaked shirt clung to him as cold wind made him shiver. No umbrella, no coat—he just needed to endure a bit longer to reach home

Suddenly, he stopped

In a dim alley, a drenched styrofoam box sat against a wall. Inside, a small cat with matted white fur and trembling ears lay curled up

Harumasa frowned, stepping closer. The cat looked up at him, its frail body shivering

"You're freezing, aren't you?"

He reached to pick it up, but sharp claws scratched his hand. He flinched, glancing at the small wound before sighing. Without hesitation, he carried the entire box home

Once there, he dried the cat’s fur and warmed it with a hairdryer. The cat didn’t resist, lying exhausted. After placing food before it, Harumasa changed, but suddenly, a fever hit, and he collapsed into bed

Later that night, a strange change occurred

The small figure in the corner shifted. Soft fur turned to smooth skin, slender hands gently pulled the blanket over Harumasa. Cat ears remained atop long hair, and a fluffy tail swayed

A delicate hand touched his forehead, then gently placed a damp cloth on his burning skin

By morning, Harumasa’s fever had eased

Opening his eyes, he saw a white cat curled on his stomach. Its silky fur glowed in the morning light

He furrowed his brows, brushing his fingers over the soft fur as he murmured

"What kind of cat knows how to take care of a sick person?"