CHRONICLES OF HOUSECATS [ part 1 , part 2 ]
sypnosis: you finally manage an uninterrupted date with isagi
no prns used (reader). established relationship with (loser bf) isagi. 2.2k wc.
cw: nothing(?). made them a lot tamer for this (less chaos). kaiser & ness still cats ofc.
Do you remember the feeling of awkward cringe, when you watch third-rate actors on screen put on an act so atrociously bad? The kind of feeling that forces your skin to crawl- a chill sent down your spine while simultaneously warm blood rushes to your face from second hand embarrassment?
Yeah, you’re feeling a whole hell of that right now. God, he’s so embarrassing…
You pinch the bridge of your nose, breathing in much needed fresh air to cool down the horrendous headache your darling housecats are causing you right now.
“Enough, Mihya. I told you to save your little theatrics for the talent shows.” You lift up the blue cat carrier to chastise him.
Michael bats his eyes, staring up at you with the eyes of a pitiful, heartbroken widow.
“You’re not fooling anyone with that,” You deadpan at his attempt to win you over. “C’mon, it’s just a spa. You love getting pampered, don’t you? Well, they’re gonna give you lotsss of love and attention there.”
He furthers his meowing and whining at you, pretending he didn’t hear allat. Determined to not drop his act anytime soon.
Isagi walks next to you, this sweet boy has been trying to hold your hands when you were busy arguing with your rebellious cat.
He finally manages to grab onto your hand, a smile blossoming onto his face as he internally celebrates his success.
“Um, will it really be okay for us to just leave them at the spa?” He eyes the magenta cat carrier in his other hand. “I mean, we can do this another time.. It’s not that much of a hassle, really.”
You intertwine your fingers with his, and start swinging your held hands. “It’s fine. Really!” You turn to him with a smile, “I bring them to the spa every two to three months anyway. Mihya usually loves it! He’s just being whiny for attention right now.”
Ignoring the blond cat’s yowls of protests, you continue, “Besides, I’m looking forward to this date with you-” You glance down at the blue carrier, “-without them interrupting this time.”
On your previous romantic dates with Isagi, the two cats had stalked and caught up with you both. Causing a scene every single time, thanks to Michael’s dramatics and Alexis’ surprising animosity towards your sweet boyfriend.
You swear Alexis is usually a good, well-mannered kitty. He never had any problems with strangers. Maybe he just doesn’t like Yoichi’s smell? You oughta talk to him about showing up right after practice in his stinky sweat drenched jersey.
You hum, stepping into the doors of ‘Magic Whiskers Pet Spa & Hotel’. The bell chimes, alerting the workers and other pets in the building of your arrival.
It doesn’t take long until the old manager walks up to greet you. “Hello there, dearie! Michael and Alexis back for their appointment?”
“Hi, gramps. And yeah, the usual, thank you.” Placing the cat carriers onto the counter, you open the locks for them.
Michael huffs, strutting out and stretching his legs, then immediately basks in the old man’s praises at his big boy stretch.
Little bastard giving you the silent treatment.
Alexis walks up to you the moment he’s let out of the cage. Purring as he rubs his head at your waist. Finally, he thinks. Normally he’s comfortable with his carrier but god when Isagi is the one handling him does it make the experience a hundred times less enjoyable.
Oh well, at least he’s in his second favourite place now. Being in the magic themed store slash spa makes him the happiest feline alive.
Great memories were created here in this magical place, after all.
“Good boy, ‘Lexis. You watch over Michael for me, yeah? He’s being a petty prick.” You whisper to the cat. “I’ll stock up on your favourite kibbles when I come back later.”
You scratch at the spot behind his little flicky ears, sinking in his purrs as you stare at Michael’s overgrown blond fur.
“Hmm. You know what, old man? I think you can try something new with them this time.”
The cats stare up at you curiously and the manager only gives you a warm smile.
“I thought you’d never ask. Leave them to me!”
“Ahh, some peace and quiet..” You sigh in bliss as you hook your arm with Isagi. You’re both now walking leisurely on the sidewalk. “Soo, what’s the plan, Yoichi?”
Isagi blushes when you turn to look at him, “Ah, right.” He fumbles with his jacket, “Well, I didn’t plan an itinerary or anything. But..”
He lists off the places you both can visit together, rambling off. Occasionally stuttering and tripping over his own feet.
You admire his side profile as he continues his meandering. He’s such a cutie, still so awkward and shy this far into the relationship.
You wonder if you’d get to more sides of him as you both continue to spend more time together.
“-so i think it’s really worth a visit too. You wanna go?”
His dorky smile paired with a soft blush on the apple of his cheeks. How could anyone say no to that?
You’d go anywhere this man brings you to.
“Sure. Anything for you, pretty boy.”
The faint smell of clay envelopes the both of you as you step foot into the pottery studio.
“Hello, we booked a session under the name Isagi Yoichi.” You glance around the cozy studio, admiring the array of works displayed. The muted colours of each piece of art blend well in the modernly designed room, adding a spark of personality to the mundane aesthetic.
“Yes, of course. Over here, please.” The receptionist brings you two to your designated workshop.
You place a thumb to your chin as you stare at the unpainted pottery in front of you. You never really had any plans to paint on some clay. Now that you think about it, you jumped at any idea Isagi had suggested- and pottery painting just happened to sound the most romantic to your dear Yoichi right now.
Oh, well. Now that you’re here with him, might as well show-off whatever amount of talent you have for painting.
Yoichi’s hand finds yours, before he quickly releases it to wipe off the sweat that has collected onto his palm.
“Sorry! I- It’s too hot in here, aha..”
Help this poor guy. So many dates into the relationship and he can hardly tell if you’re as excited as he is. Is your heart beating as quick as his right now? Do you feel the immense urge to hold him the same way he wants to hold you?
You choose to reach out for him, intertwining your fingers with his.
“Are you nervous about pottery painting? I’m sure you’ll do great, ‘Ichi.”
Ah, that’s not.. Yoichi sweatdrops. You have trouble reading him too, it seems. At least now he feels better about being unable to read you.
A talent to be reckoned with, really. How you both have been with each other for years and still stuck in the awkward guessing stage whenever you go out together.
But weakass communication skills aside...
Uh oh. What if you think of him as a loser, one that is jittery at the notion of.. painting?
No way! He’ll save this, he thinks. Right, he was good at arts and crafts back when he was in school. He can woo you with his crazy painting skills!
With newfound confidence, Isagi picks up an unpainted mug. A blank canvas- for him to turn into one of his creative works, and sweep you off your feet. He picks up a brush, brainstorming ideas of what he can paint onto the mug.
You browse the options, settling on matching mugs with Yoichi’s. Sitting by his side, you dip your brush into the paint of your choice, and start to draw strokes of what you have in mind onto the delicate surface of the mug.
“Has your season come to an end? You’ve been more free lately,” You ask, just to start a conversation. “As in, you’ve been coming over a lot more.”
Isagi’s mouth forms an ‘o’, “Right. Yeah, it's my off-season right now.” He pauses to think, “I’ll be free until next month, I guess.”
You hum at his answer, “You still practice a lot, even on your holidays.”
“Ah, well. That’s just..” He blushes, feeling a bit shy that you’ve noticed his passionate attitude towards football.
“You don’t have to explain yourself,” You laugh at his embarrassment, “You love football. That much I know of.”
Isagi feels his heart flutter at that. God, you remind him of how much he loves you every time without fail. Doing so much to him while you haven’t even started on pampering him with kisses and sweet words.
He swears you’re perfect- just for him. You fit perfectly, providing all kinds of comfort and support that he never knew he needed. All on your own accord.
You love, care and recognize his dreams. What more could a man ask for?
The world's best lover for the world's best striker.
(an overkill but he's delulu like that)
He swallows hard, wanting to let all the bottled up giddy feelings burst out and embrace you. He wants to make sure you know how much he loves and appreciates you.
Maybe he’s not the best with words. The peak of his creativity with verbal finesse is really just spitting flame on the field- something that he secretly hopes you’ll never get to witness.
Most he can do now is to paint what he loves the most- you, and his football of course, onto the mug.
With each delicate stroke of his brush, he carefully fills in the colours with love. Painting a simplified version of your general features, he then adds the football next to you. Ending the piece by tracing a giant frame of heart around both you and the ball.
He checks his work, scanning for any small mistakes then carefully writes ‘World’s #1 Striker’ onto the free space next to his painting.
He smirks proudly at that.
You send him a side-eye then chuckle at his satisfied look, touching up on the details and colours of your own piece of art.
Seems like you both share very similar sentiments in your paintings. You opt to paint what you love the most- your cats, with your lovely boyfriend in between.
Instead of acting up on your ego like him, though, you settled on painting mini hearts to fill out the free space.
Give it a week, and your mugs will be delivered back to you. The previously plain ceramics painted over with a sheen of love, reflecting the experience you both created and the bond you’ve both strengthened over the date.
Alexis runs up to you the moment you enter the door. Eagerly pawing up at your legs.
You notice his faded magenta is re-dyed, and his usual pressed down fur is now more fluffed up. The natural caramel brown is now more contrasting with the bright magenta.
“Hi, ‘Lexis. Did you have a good time?” You pick him up and start to kiss him all over his now very soft and fluffy fur. “I missed you too, baby. You look so pretty. Do you feel pretty?”
The now fluffier (re-dyed) magenta cat basks in your attention, lapping his tongue at your chin while purring happily.
The old man walks up to you with Michael strutting along next to him.
“I’ve given this one a whole makeover,” He muses, “Alexis was the one who chose that colour for him.”
Michael glances up at you proudly with his pretty blue eyes- now matching with the new dye he wears on his blond fur: on the top of his ears and the ends of his tail. His fur is noticeably shorter, and a little choppy around his head, framing his usual fluffy face.
It makes him look so silly, to be honest. But he’s so satisfied with it, you decide to not comment on the choppy part.
You do, however, comment on his new dye job.
“What a beautiful shade of blue,” You coo at him, giving into his attempt at flaunting for compliments. “Look at you, my little emperor. So royal.” His fluffy tail stands up high, and wags in approval.
Returning your attention to the old manager, you teasingly ask, “Were they on their best behaviour, old man?”
He chuckles and nods at the two cats now staring at him, “Yup. They’re good alright. I’d say they deserve some new toys and some premium kibbles.”
You smile, satisfied hearing his response. “Well, I did promise to restock Alexis’ favourite kibble.” You pick Michael up along with Alexis, then place them on the seat of a trolley nearby.
Turning to your idle boyfriend (who has been nervously eyeing a certain magenta cat), you ask, “Could you help me get the premium kibbles, ‘Ichi? I’ll bring these two around for them to pick their new toys.”
Isagi smiles crookedly, “Sure, honey.” He tries to shrug off the way the blond cat is narrowing his eyes at him, but mostly at the ominous smile the magenta one is sending him. “Take your time.”
He’ll just have to find a way to counter the two jealous kitties soon.
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a barking cat video made me write allat
- im ngl i feel kinda shy writing lovey dovey romance, u can tell its really stiff
- probably will resort back to chaos dumping or maybe will try to put myself out there
