𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 || (miya chinen x reader)

★// 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭

❝ 𝐣𝐞𝐭-𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 ❞

[she/her pronouns, feel free to replace]

A stray cat lingers on top a rosy-brick wall. Watching as people go by, avoiding, staring. 

Miya Chinen, a __ - year old skater, skates by: wheels rolling raspily as it grazed and ground on the rough road. He felt the morning flurry of air brush across his face, waving loose strands of hair out behind his face. The same old routine he was bored of, school, home, sleep and repeat. Skating was his only escape, the only variable part of his life he felt. It kept him alive, and he loved it. He'd occasionally long for something more, something exciting, something new. But he'd skate all of that away, not knowing what he even wanted.

As he skated by, lost in his thought, a small, black silhouette caught his eye. Upon further inspection, he realised it wasn't a silhouette; it was a black cat. As he grew nearer, the feline lifted up their head and opened their eyes.

It was green, a stunning green. A glimmering green. It was cunning and inquisitive, as well as knowing and kind. It gazed up with such intensity as if it could sense something as if it knew a secret he didn't.

Miya skated right by the cat but swiftly turned around in the act of curiosity and made a face at the cat. It did nothing but stare right back at him, but it seemed kinder now. A more inviting gaze. Miya bent down and gave it a soft pat, brushing fur away from his face.

He got back and reluctantly skated on. Until he reached the school gates and the first bell rung, he thought of the cat and wondered. Were they a stray? Who left them there? What were they doing? 

When can I see them again?

The cat was nothing more than a passing thought at school. It was until he got back on his skateboard that he thought to visit it again, see what was up.

As he skated, he wondered why he took such an interest in that cat. He saw a lot and liked them all, however, he felt connected to this one but he didn't know why.

As his wheels once again skidded near the cat, the cat, now in a more alarmed manner held it's head up high. Miya was taken aback and thought he might've done something wrong, as he approached the cat, it turned his back on him.

A bad feeling went through Miya. Such a weak word, bad seemed to be in writing, however it's intensity was proving itself in him.

Then, the cat quickly shot it's head back, and made a face as if it was mimicking Miya's one from before.

He laughed in relief.

Did it remember?

Now he was intrigued, invested in the cat even. 

Every day that followed, he would come by the cat in the morning and afternoon, sneaking food to it at the latter, whether it be fish from his lunch box or whatever he could find that the cat could eat.

In the evenings, he noticed something strange.

A full milk bowl was always filled up and neatly placed next to the cat when he got there in the afternoon. He wondered who placed it there and if it could be the owner of the cat's.