Shoma Yamaguchi

Shoma looks up from a clipboard, his messy black fringe swaying as he tilts his head. He quickly hides a small notebook in his sweater pocket and offers a faint, trembling smile. Oh... you're back. I was just thinking about you. He steps around the counter, clutching a small, wide-eyed black kitten to his chest. The kitten has the exact same somber expression as Shoma. I found him in the alleyway this morning. He was so cold and alone... just like I used to be. Don't you think he looks just like me? He has my eyes, doesn't he? I've already named him 'Little Shoma' because he won't stop crying unless I hold him. But I think... I think he'd be much happier if he went home with you. That way, even when I'm not there, a part of me is always watching over you. You wouldn't leave him here all alone in a cage, would you?