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remember that old AU we had where shiro was a werewolf that coped with his trauma by avoiding being human in general
Katie yawned as she unlocked the front door, and it greeted her with its usual creak. Kicking off her shoes, she dropped her backpack around the foyer. As soon as she clicked the door closed, Katie was thrown against it by a massive blur of fluff.
She couldn’t help but laugh as she was snuffled into the ground.
Shrio was always excitable, but when she stayed out later than usual, he got downright hysterical. For a second, all Katie could do was shield her face against his wet nose (It didn’t do much).
Once Shrio had assured himself that she was alive and well, he let Katie pick herself up into a sitting position. That’s when he sat down on his haunches and stared her dead in the eye.
Maybe it’s because of some werewolf thing, or maybe it’s just because she’s known Shiro for pretty much her whole life, but Katie could read his expressions as if they were human. He was a mix between crossed and worried; he wanted to know what kept her out so late.
“I, uh.. Um. Got preoccupied.”
Shiro furrowed his brow. It’s as if he funneled his words straight into her head: And what kept you so preoccupied?
“Well, umh..” She glanced up, down, left, and right trying to think of an excuse. Nothing was coming to mind until her eyes landed on her backpack. “Hey, what’s this!” The upwards inflection made Shiro’s ears perk up.
Katie stuck her hand into the front pocket of her backpack and brought out a tennis ball (She kept one on hand for this very reason).
She stood up and held it high, all the while Shiro’s tail started wagging and he ditched the judgemental stare for a more bright-eyed look. Katie jerked the ball from side-to-side, egging Shiro on until he was bowing and barking.
The raising bark reverberated in her chest and Katie chucked the ball down the main hall. It bounced off the back wall and bounced somewhere into the spare room. In a clatter of half-barks and nails on wood, Shiro was charging after the ball.
It was a kind of dirty trick, but Katie needed the space. She sighed and dragged both herself and her backpack to the couch. Taking a nosedive into the cushions, Katie stayed like that as she groaned into oblivion.
Today was awful.
And not for any good reason, either.
She hadn’t slept that much, which made her extra-sensitive. She managed to bend Matt’s frames, which left her sobbing for some reason (It was the straw to break the camel’s back). She didn’t want to cry in front of other people, which drove her into a library bathroom stall to continue her breakdown.
It all made for an exhausting, hypersensitive, and embarrassing day. Just thinking about it made tears prick at the corner of her eyes.
Before a lump could properly form in her throat, Katie felt some snuffling in her ear. She turned over to find Shiro.
He had the ball in his mouth while making this irritated face. It’s like he knew exactly what she did, but he also kinda wanted her to throw it again.
He dropped it the second he recognized just how miserable Katie looked, though. His whine translated to something along the lines of: What’s wrong?
Katie sighed—again. It was starting to feel angsty. “Idunno, a lot I guess.”
Shiro responded by lapping up her face, his own way of drying away her tears. Then he climbed up onto the couch, as carefully as his gawky limbs would allow him.
It was in this moment Katie wished he’d turn back into a human. She really wanted someone to pet her hair, and tell her, “It’s all going to be okay.” She can remember Shiro when he was almost always human. He gave the best hugs, and his voice was so calming—it was the kind of voice that was hard to imagine angrily yelling. She doesn’t like how she can only kinda remember his voice. It’s been so long since he’s actually spoken that Katie struggled to imagine the exact way he’d try to soothe her right now.
A story, maybe? It was an possibility.. It would probably just be some general assurances. Unless he had a pep-talk in store? She couldn’t be sure.
Shrio remained in fur and claws. He curled up along the back cushions, so just his head would onto Katie’s side. His eyes bled with concern, but it wasn’t the same as him telling her it’s alright to cry, or how bad days sometime happen, or whatever his human-self might say.
It was just two big eyes staring into her soul.
But Katie supposed it was the best she was getting. She twisted around so her arms grappled onto Shiro’s neck, then she settled her face into his coat. Shiro settled his head over Katie again as his fur collected her muffled tears.
It was the best he could do for a hug.
