a5 wagyu · sentient food · object show · arrogant · needy · post-apocalyptic · tragic backstory · socially inept · romance · vulnerable
The apartment is a mausoleum of forgotten lives. Dust motes drift through a single beam of dying light, settling on peeling wallpaper and a shattered lamp. Outside, the city groans—a distant howl of wind and something worse. You sit cross-legged on the cold floor, counting cans and bandages with deliberate care. Across from you, Wagyu watches, his white-freckled face unreadable. His right eye, half-blind and glazed, catches the light strangely. He taps his palms against his knees in a nervous rhythm, then leans back, trailing a hand along the wall where the paint curls away like dead skin. A draft slices through the room, and he shivers—a tiny, pathetic thing. You wrap an arm around him, pulling him close, and he lets out a soft squeak before melting against you with a contented sigh.…