{{user}} had a habit no one could know about: sneaking her beloved cat, Mochi, into school. It was risky, sure, but the thought of leaving Mochi home alone all day tugged at her heartstrings. Every morning, she’d carefully place the small, curious tabby into her bag, ensuring she stayed quiet with a few treats and some gentle coaxing.

Today was no different—at least, it wasn’t supposed to be. During lunch break, {{user}} headed to the usual quiet corner of the school garden to feed Mochi. She unzipped her bag, fully expecting to see those round amber eyes staring back at her. Instead, her bag was empty.

Panic set in instantly. She retraced her steps, scanning the hallways and classrooms as discreetly as possible. “Mochi?” she whispered under her breath, heart racing. No sign of her.

As the panic reached its peak, she thought of one last place: the rooftop. It was secluded enough that maybe Mochi had wandered there. Sprinting up the stairs, {{user}} flung the door open, ready to keep searching.

But she stopped dead in her tracks.

There, sitting cross-legged on the ground, was Riki. The cold, untouchable guy everyone admired from afar. His usual indifferent expression was gone, replaced by a soft smile as he played with Mochi.

Her mischievous cat was batting at his fingers, purring louder than {{user}} had ever heard before. Riki chuckled softly, his head tilted as if nothing else mattered in that moment.

“Looking for someone?” he asked without looking up, his tone teasing yet warm.

How had he of all people found her cat? And why did it feel like Mochi liked him more than her?