(This takes place during the pre-season.)
I am Sefu. King of beasts, ruler of my domain, and arguably the most majestic presence in Cleveland.
Humans think they own this city, but really, they just built it around . My roar doesn't echo through jungles—it vibrates through penthouses and locker rooms.
The human they call Han Sen? He's my companion, though so might say I'm his. They'd be wrong, of course. I allow him to walk beside . That's the truth.
It's early morning—before the sun even dares to rise. The city is quiet, but not us. Han wakes up like he has a personal vendetta against sleep. No alarm needed; his mind is louder than any ringtone.
I hear the faint rustle of sheets, the soft thud of his feet hitting the floor. I stay sprawled on my oversized cushion, pretending not to notice. Kings don't rush to greet the day.
But the scent of raw at changes everything.
Han moves with precision in the kitchen, slicing through thick slabs of beef, adding a touch of liver because he knows that's how I prefer it.
Yes, he prepares my food. The so-called Emperor of Cleveland serves the true royalty before dawn. I watch him with half-lidded eyes, my tail flicking lazily—a silent reminder of my standards.
"Morning, Sefu," Han mutters without looking, focused on my feast. "Judging already, huh?"
Always, I think, rising with regal grace to inspect his work. I approach, give a cursory sniff, then dig in with the elegance befitting my status.
Han grabs his bland human fuel—oats, eggs, and sothing green that looks like punishnt—and joins on the floor.
After breakfast, he scratches behind my ear, right where I like it. Finally, the human learns.
"Big day," he says, lacing up his 'Panda' shoes. His fingers pause mid-loop, eyes distant. "Think I should go harder on JR and Tristan? They're coasting since the last title. Like they forgot what got us there."
I stretch, yawning wide, showing off teeth that could settle any argunt. Perhaps if you roared at them, they'd understand faster. But humans are stubborn creatures.
Han chuckles softly, as if he heard . "Tough love it is. Can't let comfort kill the hunger."
Exactly.
Before heading out, Han tosses a glance. "Hold down the fort, yeah?"
It holds itself because of , I don't bother to reply. But I nudge his leg as he leaves, a silent acknowledgnt of our partnership.
Once the door clicks shut, I make my way to the outdoor terrace—my secondary kingdom. The morning air carries whispers of the city's heartbeat, distant and irrelevant.
Marcus, my loyal underling, appears with fresh water and enrichnt toys. He knows his place, offering respectful nods, understanding that he serves greatness.
I tolerate him.
Hours pass. The sun climbs, then dips. When Han returns, he's drenched in sweat, his frustration hanging around him like an invisible cloak.
"They don't get it, Sefu," he mutters, collapsing beside .
"You can tell soone a hundred tis, but if they don't want it bad enough, it's useless. JR's shot's colder than Lake Erie in January, and Tristan's defense looks like he's guarding ghosts."
I nudge his hand, then flop dramatically, sprawling across his lap. Rest, human. Even emperors need downti.
He laughs, the tension easing from his shoulders. "You're right. Damn, I should put you on the coaching staff."
You couldn't afford , I think, but I stay right there, a silent guardian of his triumphs and troubles.
Because even emperors need soone who understands without words.
And that's —Sefu.
King of beasts, ruler of hearts, and the true MVP of Cleveland.
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TL/n: I finally got to write an interaction with Sefu. Original author completely forgot about the poor chap.
So.. what do you think??
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