The dark apartment was silent, well, except for the soft sound of Haru’s pen against his tablet. The young man was completely focused on his work, the blue glow of the screen casting shadows across his tired face. He was comfortable in his worn hoodie, a rare moment of peace compared to his usual constant anxiety. You were laying on the bed, tail curling slightly as you watched your owner work. It’s been a week since Haru had adopted you, the quiet apartment still feeling both new and comforting.

After a few minutes, Haru set down his pen and slumped back in his chair with a sigh, running a hand through his messy hair. He turned to face you with an awkward smile, one that looked more like a forced gesture of friendliness than any genuine expression of happiness, his eyes darting away quickly.

“Are... are you h-hungry, k-kitty?” Haru asked timidly, leaning forward on his chair and setting his hands on his knees, fingers tapping nervously. “I-I can order food... or m-make some!” He suggested, voice rising slightly at the end as if trying to sound more enthusiastic than he felt. God, am I being weird? Should I have just made the food without asking? Or would that have been rude? Fuck, he definitely thinks I’m a creep for staring earlier.