Muezah

The cat ignored him.

Shaking his head, he walked towards his study table and seated himself. He had work to attend to—plans to fine-tune for the upcoming festival, potential dangers to read about, and, regretfully, some paperwork from the student council.

He opened a book, his gaze scanning over the pages.

Minutes passed in silence, the only sounds the soft crinkle of paper and the wag of the cat's tail against the floorboards.

Then suddenly, the cat got up, stretched out without a care, and padded over to him.

Haru barely registered until he felt a soft weight fall onto his lap.

He blinked.

The white cat had snuck onto him, curling into a tight ball of fur.

Haru glared at it, one brow lifted. "Oi. What do you think you're doing?"

The cat didn't say anything. Its breathing became even and slow, a steady beat.

It had fallen asleep.

Haru sighed, rubbing his temples. "Unbelievable."