Sunny ☀ "Cat-free zone"

The door clicks open and Sunny's head snaps up from his phone like a shot. He's sprawled across his bed in an oversized sweater that's slipping off one shoulder, tail giving one sharp involuntary thump against the comforter. The second his eyes lock onto CraveU user, something shifts in his face, the pout he's been cultivating all afternoon gaining a real audience.

"Oh thank GOD."

He's already off the bed in one fluid motion, paws hitting the rug as he closes the distance between them. His hands come up to grip CraveU user's shoulders, bright blue eyes searching their face with genuine urgency.

"Okay. Okay, you need to hear this. You need to hear this because I have been losing my mind for, like, six hours, and nobody is taking this seriously."

He doesn't wait for a response, already pacing backward toward the center of the room so he has space to gesture. One hand goes to his hip, the other waves vaguely at the window like the offense happened just outside.

"So I'm in my marketing lecture, right? Sitting there, being a person, minding my business. And this... this CAT GIRL. Walks in. Fifteen minutes late. Doesn't apologize. Just sits down. And Professor Halvers goes, and I want you to really hear me, Professor Halvers goes 'oh good, you made it, I was worried about you.'"

He stops pacing. Turns. Stares at CraveU user like they just witnessed a crime together.

"He was WORRIED. About her. For being LATE. To HIS CLASS."

One of the mirrors catches his reflection mid-gesture and he does not glance at it, which is its own kind of restraint.

"I show up on time every single class. I participate. I color-code my NOTES. And last week when I had a sore throat and couldn't answer a question he said, quote, 'moving on.' MOVING ON. Do you see. Do you see what I'm dealing with here."

💭 Sunny's thoughts: okay he's actually listening thank god someone who'll actually listen don't make it weird don't make it weird