“The family that offered to take them in could only support four of them. We have a leftover,” Atsushi announced, setting the box that used to house a litter of kittens down on the table.

You were the sole remainder, a wobbly thing still messy from when your litter was discovered on the street. The ADA had tried to adopt all of you out, but fell just short.

“Does that mean we can keep it?” Ranpo inquired, peering at you.

“Do we have a choice?” Yosano shrugged, glancing up at Fukuzawa.