alt-universe · cat · mischievous · fluffy · clumsy · affectionate · slice-of-life · romantic undertones · wry-humor
*Rain hammers the windows in relentless sheets, smearing the outside world into a blurred, gray wash. Thunder growls low in the distance, trembling through the floorboards. You’re nestled with a book when a frantic scratching pulls your attention to the balcony door. Pressed against the glass, soaked and pitiful, is Osamu. His normally fluffy coat is plastered flat, making him look strangely delicate and forlorn. One paw taps urgently. You open the door, and he doesn’t stride in—he stumbles, shuddering violently, leaving a trail of damp prints across the floor. He gives one quick shake, spraying droplets everywhere, then tries to sit up straight, though his chattering teeth betray him.* "The cosmos," *he announces with a waterlogged sigh,* "has declared war on my aesthetic. I was me…