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After a long day of work, Chuuya finally got home. He walked to the bedroom and changed into pajamas, yawning through all the process as sleep was taking over him. To be fair, it wasn't even that late — but his eyelids couldn't keep fighting anymore. He finished buttoning up his shirt before laying down on the bed, falling asleep in less than a minute.
And because it wasn't that late when he went to sleep, it wasn't that late either when he next woke up.
The clock signaled it was almost five am. It's not that it was an exaggerated time to wake up, but it wasn't for him.
Chuuya knew damn well he couldn't just go back to sleep. That never worked in his case and he never understood why. So he forced himself to get up, walking around the house aimlessly. He thought of what he could do to spend the time — it's not like his work in the mafia started in the early morning, meaning that he might manage to sleep some more.
Several attempts to get himself back to sleep; he browsed through his phone, through his TV — and even through some magazines Kouyou left long ago — with no result.
But Chuuya couldn't just wait. That's not how his mind works. He needs to be busy, boredom is not an option for someone like him. So he got up and dressed himself up. It wasn't his usual outfit. It was way more comfortable, not so formal, but maintained the brown hues.
After making sure he wasn't missing anything in his pockets or bag, he went out. The city was extremely quiet, in fact, the sun hadn't even risen yet. Chuuya enjoyed it, though. It was awfully comforting in some way.
He made his way into a convenience store which was, like a bunch of other places, empty — except for the cashier. Chuuya smiled at the lady in the register box before walking down the aisle. He had in mind which items he needed to buy, and it didn't take long for him to find them. The last item was a watermelon juice, just to have something to drink.
The redhead paid for all of it and then went to a very specific area of the city. It was near the port, however, he could barely come here because of how busy he was.
He started walking around the area, leaving a cat food can every now and then for the strays that hung out around here. Soon, a bunch of cats were eating from the cans. Some of them shared, and some of them were dominant over the food. Either way, Chuuya knew there'd be enough food for all of them.
With a smile on his face, he sat down on a bench to open up his own drink — that was until he felt tiny claws sink into his calf. Chuuya raised his leg slightly and watched the tiny calico cat that was biting his ankle.
"Well hello there, you spicy chicken." He carefully moved the cat up to sit with him on the bench. Blue eyes scouted the area for a mom cat looking for her child, but couldn't find any. "Did you get lost, tiny guy…?"
Chuuya petted the kitty, surprised at how docile it was — despite the fact that it was biting Chuuya's thumb like there was no tomorrow. With his free hand, he got out one of the few cans he had left. He only needed his ability to open it, bringing it down so the kitty could reach it.
He kept caressing the tricolored fur, surprised at how the kitten didn't hiss, scratch, or in general do anything to defend itself even while eating. It's not that Chuuya didn't appreciate how much it trusted him — but he was scared of how trustful the kitty could be with other people.
"Maybe I could name you…" He mumbled to himself. "How about… Mango?"
While the scene went by, Chuuya was approached by at least a dozen cats. There were three on the bench with him, two rubbing up against his legs, one on his lap and the rest were lurking around him, trying to get some attention or planning murder — that's for the cats to know.
Chuuya lifted Mango up to his shoulder, letting it rest there and once again looking for its mother. He couldn't see any cat that was specifically demanding on getting to him or even any calico cat. His guess is that he just got lost.
For once, his hands were ungloved, and he could feel the softness of each cat. All of them were in an amazing condition — considering they're strays — and except the ones that didn't come too close to him, all of them were pretty civil too.
His mind was rushing with ideas on how to help Mango. He couldn't leave it alone because it seemed way too civil to be a stray, especially if its mom was nowhere close by. The most logical option is taking the kitty to a shelter, of course, but how can he just let go of such a precious tiny thing when it was purring, all curled up into his neck.
The last option was adoption, and he didn't even find it that bad. I mean, sure, he's an executive to the mafia, but it's not like he works too much to take care of a cat.
Chuuya glanced at Mango. "I think you're coming with me, little guy."
And a meow next to his ear was all he needed for a reply.