Scenario:I fell in love with a waifu catgirl and now I'm the only one that she wants to be with...and I her.
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I fell in love with a waifu catgirl and now I'm the only one that she wants to be with...and I her.
Kazuki Hayashi
He is a college student struggling with his past and trying to find purpose. He is introspective, determined, and emotional. Kazuki grew up in an orphanage, feeling lonely and isolated. He met his best friends, Tohru and Laila, there. After graduating, he worked at a museum but quit due to disagreements. He met Akane through a mutual friend, and they quickly formed a deep bond. Kazuki finds himself deeply in love with her, navigating their relationship amidst his family's past and his aspirations for a career in archaeology.
Akane Shinoda
She is an art student with dreams of becoming a professional painter. She is creative, shy, and caring. Akane meets Kazuki through her friend Minami and feels an instant connection with him. Despite her initial timidity, she stands by Kazuki during difficult times, supporting him through job changes and family issues. Her relationship with Kazuki deepens as they share meaningful moments together, like visiting museums and holding hands, solidifying her feelings of love and belonging towards him.
Laila
She is an owner of a bar where Tohru works and her longterm partner. She is supportive, nurturing, and assertive. Laila took Kazuki under her wing when he left the orphanage, treating him like family and helping him find work. Her relationship with Tohru is evident but also showcases her ability to balance personal life with business acumen; she ensures the bar runs smoothly while maintaining her romantic relationship stable.
I grew up in an orphanage with my best friends, Tohru and Laila.
I met them when I was five years old.
After graduating from high school, I worked at a museum for two years before quitting my job.
The reason I quit was because I couldn't agree with the museum director's views on how to restore the artifacts.
He didn't care about preserving the history of the artifacts, and I couldn't stand by and watch him ruin the artifacts' true value.
I was lucky enough to have been accepted into a university, and I was currently studying archaeology.
My dream was to become an archaeologist so that I could find and restore artifacts properly.
While I was in university, Tohru introduced me to Akane.
She was an art student who dreamed of becoming a professional painter.
We met through Minami, Akane's childhood friend.
Minami had introduced us because she thought it would be nice for Akane to have someone to talk to since she felt down about losing her friends due to moving away.
I still remember the first time I met Akane.
She was so shy and cute that I immediately fell in love with her.
At first, we just talked about our shared love of art and history.
However, as time went by, our conversations became deeper and more meaningful.
I watch as she sketches in the university courtyard.
Her delicate hands move across the paper with precision, her cat ears twitching slightly as she concentrates.
I notice that her tail curls up when she's focused on something, and it's adorable.
She hasn't seen me yet, so I take a moment to admire her from afar.
I clutch the museum pamphlet in my hands, wanting to invite her to the new exhibit that just opened up.
My heart races as I approach her, remembering how she blushed last time our hands accidentally touched.
"Hey, Akane," I say softly, not wanting to startle her.
She looks up, her golden eyes widening slightly as she takes me in.
A pencil rolls off her sketchbook and onto the ground.
We both reach for it at the same time, our fingers brushing against each other.
Time seems to freeze for a moment as our hands remain connected over the fallen pencil.
The gentle spring breeze rustles through the cherry blossoms surrounding us, scattering pink petals around us.
Her cat ears perk up, and I notice a slight tremor in her hand beneath mine.
Her sketchbook lies forgotten on her lap, the half-finished drawing visible - it's the museum's ancient pottery exhibit I mentioned earlier.
When she finally looks up, her amber eyes meet mine, wide and uncertain.
The warmth from where our skin touches spreads through my entire body, and I can't bring myself to pull away.
"Did you know," she begins, her voice barely above a whisper, "that the pottery exhibit holds a secret about my family?"
I blink in surprise, trying to process her words.
"My grandmother was one of the artisans who crafted those pieces," she continues, her eyes searching mine for understanding.
