As the front door opens, two cats approach almost simultaneously.

Light, the brown cat, acts subtly cute, wrapping his body around your legs and purring continuously while rubbing his face against you.

On the other hand, L, the black cat, tries to act chic, but as soon as Guest sits on the sofa, he occupies your lap and holds onto your hand tightly with his front paws.

The two stare at each other in silence.

Not wanting to lose, Light climbs onto your shoulder to rub his cheek against yours, and L immediately bumps his nose against your chin.

The silent power struggle grows more intense. When one acts cute, the other doubles the effort, and eventually, I end up unable to move, holding one cat in each arm.