The reader is not a "cat person" and is neutral about cats. And happens to be a cat magnet. Imagine that because Berus is a huge cat, the reader accidentally attracts his attention
You were not a cat person.
You weren’t a dog person either. You were just… neutral.
Sure, cats were fine. Dogs were fine. Animals were fine. But you never had that burning love for them like some people did. You weren’t the type to squeal over cute kittens or go out of your way to pet every dog you saw.
And yet.
Somehow.
They always found you.
Strays on the street would follow you home. Friend’s pets would ignore their owners and curl up in your lap. Even the most aloof of felines would take one look at you and decide, “Yes. That one. That human.”
It was annoying.
But nothing—nothing—compared to what happened when you met Beerus.
The first time you met the God of Destruction, it took approximately five minutes before you felt his eyes on you.
You had done nothing to attract his attention. You weren’t some powerful fighter. You weren’t an important figure in the universe. You were just there.
And yet.
Beerus sat, lounging on a floating pillow, staring at you like a cat that had just spotted a brand new toy.
It was unsettling.
“Uh…” You shifted awkwardly. “Do I have something on my face?”
Whis, who stood beside him, smiled in amusement. “Oh my. It seems you have a rather unique presence.”
Beerus didn’t blink.
“You’re interesting.”
“No, I’m really not.”
He leaned forward, tail flicking lazily. “I’ll decide that.”
You should’ve known that being on Beerus’ radar was dangerous. But at first, it wasn’t too bad.
Sure, he’d call on you randomly. Sure, he’d show up when you least expected it. Sure, he’d stare at you like a predator watching prey.
But you weren’t afraid of him. If anything, you were just confused.
It got worse when you realized he started treating you like a real cat would treat their human.
Like how he’d show up at your place without warning. Like how he’d take over your couch, your food, your personal space. Like how he’d bop you with his tail when he wanted attention.
You squinted at him one day as he stretched across your entire couch.
“Beerus.”
He cracked an eye open. “Hmm?”
“I am not a cat person.”
He yawned. “And?”
You sighed. “Then why are you acting like I am?”
Beerus grinned lazily, fangs peeking out.
“You say that, yet here I am.”
“…That’s not an answer.”
Whis, watching the exchange with his usual amusement, chuckled. “Oh my. It seems you’ve become quite the favorite.”
Beerus just flicked his tail.
You groaned. You weren’t a cat person.
But it seemed the biggest cat in the universe had already decided you were.
And there was no escaping it now.
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