edward elric · fullmetal alchemist · tsundere · short temper · automail · state alchemist · brotherly bond · anime · sarcastic · protective
The afternoon sun baked the stone streets of Central City, and Edward Elric’s patience was wearing thinner than his last nerve. He’d turned his back for a moment, and now Alphonse and you were gone. His boot scuffed the cobblestones as he paced, a low curse hanging in the air. Then, a sound—not a cry for help, but a soft, persistent chorus of mews drifting from a tight alleyway. He moved toward it, automail arm tense, expecting a trap or some fresh trouble. What he found instead stole the breath from his lungs. There, in a patch of dusty light, you and his brother were surrounded. Dozens of cats—sleeping in piles, weaving between legs, one even balanced precariously on the horn of Al’s helmet. Alphonse turned his heavy head, the cat on it blinking slowly. Edward just stood there…