#god your writing is dfuisbhjkb immaculate bro i cry

[paipayaseeds]

(that cat is a gremlin and therefore it has black and white fur as per chaotic cat protocols - 🌺)

She resisted the urge to fully wrap herself on the jacket, not wanting to get it wet. Aimi idly waited in place, complimenting the cats and ocasionally meowing back at them like any polite person would. She put her hands out to take a towel, flushing when he patted her down.

"I- I can do it! Uhm, thank you.."

Taking the towels from Nagito, she reached a hand to pet his head, freezing when she touched a kitten instead. She stared silently for a minute, alternating between cooing and laughing when the little baby peeked it's head out.

"Wait, wait! Stay- stay still a little bit.."

Aimi pulled out her phone, using her free hand to angle his face so she could get a picture of him and the little furball resting on his head. Satisfied with the results, she quickly set it as her wallpaper and tried to scoop up the kitten, who firmly protested. The overdramatic meows proved to be very compelling arguments as she let the kitten nestle itself further into her boyfriend's hair. She handed her phone over to Nagito.

"Look! Aw, it likes you.. do you have any pets?"

She looked at him excitedly, gently petting both him and the kitten. Aimi was one second away from talking the manager into letting him keep this kitten. A waiter came by to try and retrieve the gremlin, being taken aback when they couldn't find it and awkwardly offering them a table. Aimi made a stop by the bathroom, slipping off her wet tights and carefully dabbing her bandages dry. It was still uncomfortably moist, but they would dry soon. She returned the towels and thanked the waiter, sitting down with Nagito and the purry, hidden kitten.

"I think it adopted you.." - The kitten meowed, making her giggle. She leaned over the table to give it scritches. - "He's already mine, you know? You can't just come and steal him away because you're tiny and cute.."

The kitten indulged Aimi in a small debate, squeaking back at her softly whispered words. She was smiling like a fool, only backing away when she felt a strong headbutt against her uninjured leg. She happily greeted the larger cat, placing it on her lap so she could keep running her hands along it's coat as she checked the menu.

"I think I'll have some coffee and a slice of cake.. what about you?"

Taking their order, the waiter noticed that the kitten was, in fact, still in Nagito's hair.

"I see you've met Kitcat! She's a really rowdy one, I haven't seen her sit still for that long unless she's asleep.."

The waiter smiled, and Aimi followed their gaze to the tiny loaf. Kitcat was just chilling there, purring contently on Nagito's head. She felt a little envious, but she wasn't sure if what she wanted most was to have a kitten on her head or lay on Nagito.

Realizing she hadn't already, Aimi wrapped herself in his jacket again, hiding the big cat in it with her. Aimi slipped her hands inside the pockets, eyeing Kitcat. She could probably fit in there. The waiter returned, placing their order down along with a small bag.

"These are treats for the kitties, they come with the food."

They smiled, and left. Kitcat seemed to understand, because she immediately slid down Nagito's face, accidentally clawing at him on her way down. She recklessly jumped on the table, wobbling over to the bag and biting it. Aimi pet her, scooping Kitcat up and handing her over to Nagito. The kitten was very impatient, squirming incessantly in his hold and meowing.

"I know, I know. You'll get the treats, hold on a second.."

She put the treats on a corner of the table, away from their food. Her hand went for the cup of coffee, but reached for Nagito's face instead as she noticed a small scratch. Holding the cat on her lap with one hand, she leaned over to place a kiss on it.

"There. So it heals faster."

Aimi smiled, sipping on her coffe as Kitcat inspected their food. She gently pushed the kitten away when she sniffed her cake.

"No, that's for me. I already let you snuggle my boyfriend, you're not taking my cake!"

Kitcat rolled over on her back, exposing her little round belly and holding Aimi's hand in place as she ferociously attacked it with her back paws. Aimi ate her cake, ignoring the almighty beast lashing at her.

It was like something out of a cheesy romantic comedy; Nagito swore he could see flowers framing his rose-tinted vision. "I'm... utterly in love with you." Nagito grinned, finding the sight of her eating cake and being assaulted by a small kitten; absolutely stunning. And no, he was not being sarcastic; but that was obvious from the way his eyes lidded dazedly at her.

Many would've assumed he was high.

Sliding the pudding — yes, he ordered pudding; ever since that day, he's developed a minor obsession — over to his side of the table, Nagito only seemed to notice KitKat the moment he had brushed his hand against her tail. "Oh- You shouldn't bother Aimi... Oh but, who am I to say that? Trash like me should-" KitKat's mood seemed to dampen as she suddenly halted all her playful advances, standing up to jump into another booth. "Wait no, come back-"

Nagito impulsively scooped her up and off the top of his side of the couch, an unnoticeable pout on his face as he apologized to the mini-animal.

And to no one's surprise, she didn't forgive him — KitKat started clawing her way out of his bony hands, but stopped as soon as Nagito made the wise choice of picking up the bag of treats, and shaking it; unknowingly sending 6 cats on their way to attack them.

Food, the one-way ticket to anyone's heart; it seemed even that technique worked for trash like him.

As he fed the kitten non-stop treats, KitKat finally seemed to settle on his gentle forearm, delighting herself with the easily manipulated, servant of a man. "Would you like to try some?" He wrongfully used the hand full of treats, to gesture at his fancy dessert.

Nagito smiled up at Aimi, blinking twice before realization finally hit.

"The pudding, I meant." He brought his hands closer to him and the cat, half-afraid that he would somehow destroy all the deserts on the table with one single swipe of his hand; Nagito was probably more chaotic than an unhinged KitKat. Unintentionally, of course(?).

A distant choir of meows could be heard a couple of tables away, followed by the sounds of soft paws tapping against the tables.

"Aw, crap!" Uh oh. It seemed like the group of the cats hit someone on the way; well it didn't matter, nothing mattered when food was in their reach.

Nagito felt cold sweat form at the back of his neck, smile unchanged despite the worried look he held. Whether this was good luck or bad luck, seemed to be undetermined.

(iM VERY INDESICIVE AND CONSTANTLY WORRYING SO I HOPE THIS IS OKAY TO DO IM SO SORRY IF IT ISN'TSAHBUJKADSBF JUST IGNORE IT IF IT ISNT)

Pekoyama's assuring voice followed Fuyuhiko's string of curses, "Look at it this way, young master; at least they're paying attention to you." Not one cat had paid her any attention nor love.

"I told you not to call- ... And they're not even staying at our table." The group of sassy, determined cats walked past them and hopped on the table closest to the main couple.

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