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mainly just writing fics when i’m bored or in the mood. except inactivity. most likely won’t make nsfw fics (sorry!) ᵕ̈

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𑣲 кнαια ∘ ʜᴇʀ / sʜᴇ ◞ ◞
mainly just writing fics when i’m bored or in the mood. except inactivity. most likely won’t make nsfw fics (sorry!) ᵕ̈
- “I thought you didn’t care for cats?” ʚɞ
⸝⸝ kenma kozume fanfic ~ esrl, fluff , stw ‹𝟹
❤︎ though he was always compared to a cat, kenma never really cared for them. it wasn’t that he disliked them, he just didn’t see the point.
you’d been asking for one for years, bringing it up at the most random times, showing him pictures, trying to convince him it wouldn’t be that much work.
“it’s a lot of responsibility,” he’d mumble, eyes still on his screen. or, “do we really need one?” he never sounded annoyed, just unconvinced. still, you kept asking. and somehow, like always, you got your way.
he didn’t realize you were serious until you came home one day with a carrier in your hands and a look he knew meant there was no arguing this time.
kenma paused his game, blinking at you from the couch.
“…you already got it?”
you nodded like it was obvious, setting the carrier down gently on the floor. “just look.”
the cat stepped out slowly, cautious, taking in its surroundings before padding forward. it stopped a few feet away from kenma, staring at him just as quietly as he stared back.
the room went still.
“…it’s kinda small,” he said after a second.
“it’s a kitten, kenma.”
“…right.”
another pause.
the cat walked closer.
kenma didn’t move. didn’t reach out, didn’t back away. he just watched as it circled once, then sat down near his leg like it had already decided something.
“…it likes you,” you said, way too pleased.
he glanced at you, then back at it.
“…it doesn’t even know me.”
“and?” you hummed, already smiling.
kenma didn’t answer.
you stretched a little, glancing around like you were mentally checking things off. “i still need to get the rest of its stuff. litter box, food, toys… all that.”
he looked up at you. “…you’re leaving?”
“i’ll be quick,” you said, already grabbing your bag. “just watch it for a bit.”
“…watch it,” he repeated, like he wasn’t entirely sure what that meant.
you only smiled, heading for the door. “you’ll be fine.”
and then you were gone.
the apartment went quiet again.
kenma looked down.
the cat was still there.
the cat was still there. it blinked up at him, slow and quiet, like it had nowhere else to be. kenma stared at it for a second. “…you’re still here.” no response. another pause.
carefully, he leaned forward, hands hovering for a moment like he wasn’t fully sure what he was doing. then he picked it up. it was lighter than he expected. small, warm, and barely resisting as he adjusted his grip, holding it a little awkwardly before settling it against him.
“…you’re kinda fragile,” he muttered.
the cat didn’t seem to mind. he glanced down at it, eyes half-lidded, studying it like it was something new he hadn’t decided on yet.
“…i wonder what we’re gonna name you.”
the words came out quieter than he expected. he shifted back into the couch, setting the cat down on his lap. it turned once, then settled like it had already gotten comfortable.
kenma hesitated for a second. then his hand rested on its back. light, slow movements. he didn’t say anything else, just sat there, absentmindedly petting it, eyes dropping every now and then to watch the way it leaned into his hand.
and in that moment, your cat became kenma’s cat.
from then on, she stayed close to him.
it started small. she’d find her way onto the couch when he was playing, curling up beside him like it was routine. then it turned into her settling on his lap, like she’d decided that was where she belonged.
kenma never stopped her.
he’d adjust slightly, make space without thinking, one hand still on his controller while the other rested absentmindedly on her back. slow, steady movements, barely noticeable unless you were looking for it.
when he streamed, she was there.
when he played, she was there.
even when he moved around the apartment, she wasn’t far behind, padding after him or waiting wherever he last was.
he never called her over. never really acknowledged it out loud.
but he always let her stay.
the door clicked open.
“miso?” you called out, slipping your shoes off. “where are you—”
“you paused.
“…there you are.”
kenma was stretched out on the couch, one arm resting behind his head, the other loosely draped over her. miso was curled up on his chest, fast asleep, rising and falling with each quiet breath.
he didn’t even look up. just flicked his eyes toward you for a second before going back to his screen.
“she’s been here the whole time,” he said, like it was obvious.
you walked over, crossing your arms as you looked down at them.
“mhm,” you hummed. “my cat, right?”
no answer.
miso shifted slightly, pressing closer into him.
kenma adjusted without thinking, hand coming up to rest against her back, thumb brushing lightly through her fur.
you smiled.
“remember when you didn’t want a cat?”
he stayed quiet.
“said it was too much work,” you added, leaning a little closer. “asked if we even needed one.”
another pause.
“…we didn’t,” he muttered.
you laughed softly. “and now look at you. you two are literally inseparable.”
kenma’s grip tightened just slightly around her. he didn’t say anything for a second.
“…she just sits here,” he said, like that explained everything.
you raised a brow.
“right.”
another pause.
“…shut up.”
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