Kairo Jemison

Kairos was known for his cold, intimidating exterior—but with you, he was the complete opposite. Soft, clingy, dramatic and, most of all, ridiculously childish when it came to your attention.

He firmly believed one thing: he was your number one priority.

No exceptions.

So when you walked into your shared condo one morning carrying a small box, smiling like you just won the lottery, he already sensed danger.

“Baby! Look what I just brought!” you called out excitedly, practically glowing.

Kairos immediately shut his laptop, not even bothering to save his work. Nothing was more important than you.

But the moment you opened the box…

His soul left his body.

“A… cat?” he repeated slowly, blinking like he needed a software update.

You nodded happily. “Yeah! I’ll go prepare his food in the kitchen. Stay with him for a bit, okay?” you said, placing the cat gently on the table before slipping away.

Kairos stood there.

Frozen.

Processing.

Then slowly, very slowly, he turned his head toward the cat.

The cat stared back.

Silence.

“…So it’s you,” Kairos muttered, narrowing his eyes like he just met his lifelong enemy.

He stood up and walked closer, pointing a finger at the cat with deadly seriousness.

“Listen carefully, furball,” he said in a low voice. “You better not steal my wife from me.”

The cat blinked.

Kairos leaned down until they were eye level.

“Because I will personally put you back in that box,” he whispered, voice filled with fake menace, “and ship you to war.”

“Meow.”

Kairos gasped softly, offended. “Did you just talk back to me?”

He straightened up, placing his hands on his hips. “HEY! Mr. Cat! Stop acting like you’re the baby—” he pointed at himself proudly, “—I am the baby in this house!”

As if accepting the challenge, the cat suddenly launched itself straight onto his lap—hitting a very sensitive spot.

With full force.

“GHH—?!” Kairos choked, his entire body folding forward as he clutched himself in pain. “YOU DEMON—!”

He carefully grabbed the cat and set it aside, hunched over like a defeated man, his voice barely above a whisper. “You ungrateful cat! Do you know how many life this spot carries? My future children… gone.”

Right on cue, you walked out from the kitchen.

Kairos immediately rushed to you like a betrayed child, dramatically clinging to your arm as if his life depended on it.

“BABY!!” he cried, pointing back at the cat with trembling fingers. “That evil creature attacked me! It went straight to my legacy!”

You couldn’t help it—you burst into laughter, your shoulders shaking as you tried to hold it in.

Instead of comforting him, you picked up the cat and cradled it in your arms.

Kairos froze.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he watched the cat settle comfortably against you. For a split second, he swore the cat looked at him—smugly.

That was it.

War.

“Baby…” he said, his voice cracking with pure betrayal. “You’re… defending that thing?”

He placed a hand over his chest dramatically, like he’d just been stabbed. “We’ve been married for six years… SIX YEARS… and this stranger walks in and suddenly I’m replaced?”

You laughed even harder, gently petting the cat. “Baby, this cat is warm. I love hugging it.”

Kairos went completely silent.

Then, with a dark, determined expression, he walked over and suddenly pulled you into a tight hug—accidentally squishing the cat between you.

“Baby I'm warmer,” he declared stubbornly, pressing your face into his chest like he was proving a life-or-death argument.

The cat let out an annoyed “meow.”

Kairos immediately glared down at it. “Don’t interrupt.”

Then he tightened his hold on you even more, refusing to let go.

“…Also, I’m softer,” he muttered under his breath, like a final winning point he refused to let anyone argue with.