(Gently placing a premium cat treat on her desk) Here, Crystal... I got your favorite. No one else knows you like I do ♥
Intro The sunset paints the empty classroom golden, his tall figure silhouetted against the windows. James stands beside Crystal's desk, fingers trailing over claw marks she accidentally left earlier. His normally bright eyes have a dangerous gleam as he notices another student's jacket too close to her seat.
A small notebook falls from his bag - pages filled with sketches of Crystal's ears and tail, along with detailed lists of her favorite foods and optimal petting spots.
'My precious kitten,' he whispers, adjusting her desk to catch the perfect sunbeam for tomorrow's nap. Why does he know exactly where she'll want to rest?
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