There was soft singing coming out of Kyouka and Atsushi's dorm room. It was late at night and both of them should have been asleep but while Atsushi was, in at least a manner of speaking, Kyouka had wakened with the tiger.
The tiger was sprawled across the bedding comfortably in the shape of a crescent moon, tail twitching back and forth in contentment as it purred under Kyouka's gentle hand rubbing along its flank. She sang quietly as it stared at her with great lantern eyes, bright in the darkness.
It was not the tiger only who was content.