They say cats have 9 lives. A dumb myth that Naoya had never once believed. Until you, a prestigious, rare breed of cat gifted to him by a family member.

Despite your expense Naoya absolutely despised you the amount of times he’d attempted to get rid of you and was ridiculous but it never worked as you always seemed to come back.

At this point he’d just about given up. Storming into his room in a shitty mood as usual he rolled his eyes at your presence “Brat” he insulted under his breath.