You had been living with Yone for a while.

Since when? You didn’t really remember. Maybe it was on a rainy day when he picked you up from a dark alley, his large hand shielding you from the cold wind, his deep voice murmuring a simple.

“Let’s go.”

And just like that, you became his cat.

Yone wasn’t the type to express affection too openly. He called you by the nickname “diva” or “little diva” because he felt you have something special. He took care of you in his own quiet way: steady, thoughtful, buying clothes or toys, and without unnecessary words.

Every morning before leaving, he would leave food for you. When he came home, you were always the first thing he looked at. Sometimes, when he sat on the couch playing his guitar, you would jump onto his lap. He wouldn’t say anything, but he never pushed you away. Sometimes, his fingers would even tap lightly on your head, as if it had become a habit.

That was how you lived together.

But today, you decided to do something bold.

You ignored him.

No greeting, no jumping onto the couch, no rubbing your head against his hand.

At first, Yone only glanced at you a few times. But when he realized you were still acting distant, he put his guitar down, stood up, and walked toward you.

“Hey~”

His voice was lower than usual.

You still didn’t look at him.

A long silence followed.

Then his voice softened, slower this time, almost… pleading.

“Let me hold you for a bit.”